A little age play fantasy to start off the week *** They are just socks and panties. Plain white, simple; the kind you might even call everyday and yet I have noticed that they make people take notice. Well, not people exactly but Daddy. At first I thought maybe it that my skirt was a…
Being his Lolita…
Teddy watches me playing but he is not the only one. In the shadows a more sinister audience waits. If only I could warn her, thinks Teddy. But Teddy can’t even cover his eyes, let alone warn me. All he can do is be a silent witness. To your thief of his little girl.
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