Sara was a brat. She loved to tease and taunt me at times when she knew I was unable to immediately respond. The thrill of how I reacted when I was finally able to get my hands on her was always evident in a small smirk.
I thoroughly enjoyed the times when I caught her by surprise when she thought she was safe.
I was spending time with my wife, Anna, outside. We were always finding projects to work on together. Sara was in her room “studying”. She was actually sending me filthy messages and pictures of her either dressing up or playing with herself.
“I bet Daddy wishes he could put his little fuck toy in her place instead of getting all sweaty outside.” Accompanied by a picture of her wearing a ball-gag and nipple-clamps.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for a test tomorrow?” I only responded on occasion while Anna was distracted. There was a certain element of excitement to it. But I was also a bit aggravated. Sara was getting jealous and petty and trying to interrupt my time with Anna.