Sandwich

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Me: Daddy, go make me a sammich.

Daddy: Excuse me? *looks at me with a raised eyebrow*

Me: Go make me a sammich, slave. *giggle quietly*

Daddy: *slowly walks over to me, tugging on my hair which makes my head lean back* You, Little one, Do not tell me what to do. I'm the Daddy here, not you. Am I understood, slut?

Me: *quivers and looks away* Y-yes sir.

Daddy: *kisses my lips softly* now what kind of sandwich do you want, baby doll?

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