Daddy had been saying all week he had a special surprise for me. When I woke up, it was a typical day; I had gotten up out of his bed, but not before sucking on his cock. Then I headed downstairs to the kitchen to cook him breakfast. I hated cooking bacon, but it was his favorite, and the way it constantly splattered and hit my naked body. Daddy always came down the stairs just as I was bringing his coffee, eggs, and bacon to the table. He sat at the table, and I straddled my special chair to his left. My special chair has a remote-controlled vibrating dildo that also thrusts; Daddy has the control. Daddy said, “Such a good girl, knows her place,” as he turned the vibrator on. Daddy started talking to me about his schedule for the day and what needed to be done today; as he was talking, he increased the speed of the vibrator, and that's all I could pay attention to. The more he talked, the more he increased the speed. You would think I would be used to this by now, but I had lost c...
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