When I flounce over in the school uniform to tell you that I’m going out, you tell me that I’m going to have to change. My uniform is for school, street clothes are for going out. I tell you that the guy I’m meeting says that he likes my schoolgirl uniform when you notice that I’m not even wearing panties! You tell me to change immediately.

Silly, Step-Daddy. Do you really think that you can tell me what to do? Because I have some bad news for you: I take after Step-Mom. That means I’m the one in charge, not you. While I’m out being a little slut with every hot guy I see,...

When I flounce over in the school uniform to tell you that I’m going out, you tell me that I’m going to have to change. My uniform is for school, street clothes are for going out. I tell you that the guy I’m meeting says that he likes my schoolgirl uniform when you notice that I’m not even wearing panties! You tell me to change immediately.

Silly, Step-Daddy. Do you really think that you can tell me what to do? Because I have some bad news for you: I take after Step-Mom. That means I’m the one in charge, not you. While I’m out being a little slut with every hot guy I see, you’re going to be at home with your cock locked up in chastity. How does it feel to know that your own step-daughter hold the key to your dick, Step-Daddy?

To punish you further for your insolence, I’m taking your credit card. And here’s what I think of panties. ;)

From now on there’s only one question that you ask me when I’m going out: Not, “What are you wearing?” Not, “Where are you going?” The only thing you are allowed to ask me is, “Is there anything that you want?”

You’re my toy now, Step-Dad.