Daddy, you know you don’t get a special day. It’s all about ME and I should get extra pampered on Father’s day just by being in your life. You’re going to take me shopping and spend a ridicules amount on your credit card. I want to spend so much where they call you again and verify the charges. I love when you get that phone call from the credit card company, it makes me laugh and my pussy moistens all at the same time. I know you start to panic because if they don’t hear from you they will freeze your card and you know my pretty ass would be long gone. You couldn’t imagine me not in your meaningless life just as much as I can’t imagine not having your hard yearned moola!
You are my sugar daddy and your only purpose is to give me “my high” anytime I want it. You don’t get presents, cards or any sort of affection from me today. Today is not about you, it’s about celebrating that a loser like you even co-exists in my life. Pay up daddy!
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