My daughter, the light of my life, was 18 when she got knocked up. I had been a single dad since my ex left for the store one day and never came back. Teddy, named by the ex, a name given just because she “liked” it, was one of those enigmas. She was good-looking, not
Mistress Barbara Pt. 34
The big day had finally arrived. What had seemed like a mirage, ephemeral and tantalizing, was about to become reality. It began as most days did for me, serving my Mistress. What made that day different was that my Mistress was Chloe and the knowledge of what was to come for me at her hands.I