Mia was spending the weekend at Chloe's house like she had done dozens of times before. But tonight was different. Tonight she could not stop thinking about Richard. Richard was Chloe's father.
He was forty-five years old, tall, and built like a man who spent his free time lifting heavy weights. He had a deep commanding voice that made Mia's p***y wet every time he spoke. He was the kind of man who told people what to do and expected to be obeyed without question. Mia wanted him to give her orders. She wanted him to tell her exactly f*****g what to do with her p***y.
She had been fantasizing about him for an entire year. It started the first time she came over to Chloe's house for a sleepover. Richard had answered the door wearing a tight t-shirt and basketball shorts. His arms were hug
