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Marylise

"I want..." I swallow hard and breathe a sigh "I want you to touch me" I mean, in a deep murmur. I look him in the eye before asking for something I didn't think I could have asked for before–: "Touch me, daddy. . ."

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I just said something I never thought I'd say. I just asked him to touch me, I just asked him. . . and it's something I'm not regretting.

I really want him to do it, I want him to finish what he started two days ago, I want him to feel what he says, I want him to make me feel what he says, I want him to show me all those things he promised he would show me if he agreed. I really want it, I really want it.

I've always been a very shy person, I've always been cautious and I think about the pros and cons of the situation I'm in. But now that bold and determined Marylise has taken hold of me, because I don't think the one who said that is usually me. That Marylise eager to go out and do what I never imagined she would do, that person I am right now and I don't ca