‘Not anymore.’ He said. I cried and whined. XXX I was appalled by all of this and on many occasions I was ready to give up on this re-education program and willing to go back to prison instead, but now something was changing. I wouldn’t let go of daddy anymore. ‘Didn’t we?’ ‘What milestone?’ I asked. I was trapped in a cloud of love and tenderness. ‘You’re going to lie down in your daddy’s arms and you’re going to drink your milk.’ He said, gently pulling me back in that cradling embrace. Your daddy is in charge of the program, your daddy takes care of everything, your daddy knows when to give you which medicine. I was coughing and he gently pushed me back in a position where I could breath. The leach between me and my cot strained out to the max. ‘Actually,’ he said, his fingers resting on top of my pussy while the palm of his hand softly pressed down on my clit.
