Grope Your Titties

"Grope your big fat titties, daddy," I told him. I snapped my fingers.

His hands went down to his chest.

"What the fuck, son, what are you making me--" he didn't finish his sentence because he let out the moan of a full grown woman. His hands now squeezed his chest. He moaned again, his mouth quivering in desire. Then he broke free.

"Jesus Christ, son, what the fuck was that?"

"Just doing whatever I want, daddy. Since you're under my control."

"That's not right, son," he said. "I should punish you for this." He stepped forward, raising his hands-- it looked like he was about to attack me.

"But daddy," I said. "I have another order for you." I snapped my fingers again.