Daddy’s Lil Milk Maid.

You’re going to come to my room and get milked. You’re my hot little milkmaid after all.” He winks at me, turning away as he drinks down the bottle of my milk.

It’s only then that I get off the wooden surface and run to my room. The tears are streaming down my face.

I slam the bedroom door that’s rickety already.

I will not go to him, I will not! I fell asleep crying. By the time that I wake up the sun is going down. It’s a little darker in my room and I get up from the bed.

I’m sobbing again because my...