Daddy’s Little Sex Doll V
I heard a knock on the door, flipping off the television; I stood up and went to the door flipping open the locks. It was my math teacher, she stood in front of me, and I was confused about what she was doing at my house. She wore an ugly red floral print desk, with her helmet hair that we always made fun of in class when her back was turned. “Miss. Levine is your father here,” she asked? “No, he’s at work, “I said. “Will he home soon,” she asked? “Yes, would you like to wait here for him,” I questioned? She shook her head that she would; I invited her in, and offered her a seat on the sofa. Thoroughly confused as to why my Math teacher was here to see my Daddy. …