What's the matter princess? I thought you liked being the little whore. I thought you loved driving your religious mother crazy, and she doesn't even know what a little slut you are. I wonder if she knows that you call me Daddy, or that you beg me to choke you harder. Yet you clench, don't you? Fear teasing your eyes every time a car goes by. What? Are you afraid someone's going to stop and recognize you? Or, are you more concerned they're going to recognize me and the fact you're letting your stepbrother fuck you like a whore in the backseat?