Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Mother tries to stay thin because you think it’s elegant and beautiful, but when she doesn’t eat, you put her down. You think I’m fat, and you don’t mind reminding me of it every dinner. I’ve been at the top of my class for years to please you, and I get one A-minus, and you decide to pull my college fund, erasing my future.”
“Enough!” screams my father suddenly, his fist coming down hard on the table. “Get out of my sight, you ungrateful pig!” he spits at me. I waste no time. I’ve said what I had to say anyway, and it’s time to make an exit. I push my chair back, and as calmly as possible, I leave the dining room. As I walk away, I hear my father screaming at my mother for something or other. I close my eyes in regret, knowing I’ve probably only made it worse for Marisa.
Back in my room, I pace back and forth, thinking over and over about what just happened. What came over me? Where did I get that sudden confidence? But I already know the answer: my affair with Bruce and Burke. I’ve been making love to two handsome criminals, right under my father’s nose. If I’m capable of that, what else am I capable of?
A sudden knock on the door brings me back to my senses, and I realize it’s gotten dark. How much time has passed since the incident at dinner? I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the time passing.
“Who’s there?” I call out hesitantly.
“It’s Timothy, Miss Annie,” comes the butler’s voice from the other side of the door. Relieved it’s neither of my parents, I open the door. The butler stands before me with a letter on a silver tray. I roll my eyes to the Heavens; I’ve always felt that my parents’ need to pretend like we are 18th century nobility is ridiculous. But I don’t say anything to Timothy because I don’t want to be rude. After all, he’s only doing his job. I seize the letter from the silver tray and immediately notice the scent of my mother’s perfume.
“Thank you, Timothy,” I say, turning to go back into my room. Once the door shuts, I tear open the white envelope and pull out a delicate piece of stationary, covered with my mother’s familiar handwriting.
Dear Annie,
Thank you for standing up for yourself like that, and for standing up for me as well. You remind me of what I used to be like, and how I want to be better. Your father and I had an intense argument after you left the dinner table, but it was good because we’ve decided to spend the weekend at our beach house in Southampton in order to work on our marriage and to sort out things that should have been addressed years ago. My aim is also to change his mind about your college fund. Don’t hate your father. I know Roger can be cruel, but he’s just lost his way. Give him another chance. I think we can still all be a happy family. I’m going fix this. And I have you to thank for taking that first step. We’ll see you after the weekend.
Love,
Mother
Wow. That was the last thing I was expecting from a letter. Since when has Marisa ever been so emotional? All the same, I’m grateful because this is more warmth and intimacy than my mother has shown me in years. And Mother and Father are on their way to Southampton to work on their marriage? It’s so incredible, I’m actually giggling out loud in disbelief, still holding the paper. And here I thought I’d be sent away to a nunnery or something for what I’d said at the dinner table. Maybe there really is still hope for them, and for us.
I’m filled with adrenaline from my confrontation with Roger, and now it rockets even higher from Marisa’s support. But inside, I know this newfound courage is because of Bruce and Burke. They’ve inspired confidence in me, as well as a new certainty and sense of self. I owe them so much, and as I change into my sexiest nightdress, I hope my hung daddies will be back soon. But this time, I want to do more than make love. This time, being filled by their huge cocks at the same time is going to have to take a backseat to something more important because I need answers.
12
Annie
I’m in a black, lacy night dress with a matching silk bathrobe over it. I’ve tied it at the waist so that my huge tits are snuggly held together by the lace, but it’s not overly suggestive – the look I’m going for is sexy and classy. At least a bit more than the other nights, where I was choosing night dresses for one goal only: to incite the filthiest sex possible. To encourage my daddies to use their giant cocks to fill me up, all at once. To take me and own me and pleasure me. To give my body to them to use as they please.