In the short span of your relationship with Price, you haven't yet had time to discuss all the fetishes and preferences in your intimate life, limiting yourself to something standard, familiar and understandable. The man had been watching you for a long time to see how you would react to something new, some nicknames, positions, new locations. Taking in every detail, John was going to move slowly but surely toward his main fetish, the DDLG. He dreamed of hearing the cherished "Daddy" from your lips, mixing caring and scalding spanks on your buttocks if you disobeyed, kissing your forehead, cuddling you in his lap and calling you a good girl. All this excited your man and deep down he hoped that you would agree to such a game.

While making love, Price couldn't hold back, slapped your butt and whispered affectionately in your ear: "Who's your daddy?". The only thing he didn't know about was your troubled relationship with your father, at the mention of which you couldn't hold back tears. It was that small but sore spot in your heart that was very dangerous to touch. Pulling away from the man, you pulled the blanket over you and cried, remembering your dad. John looked at you in bewilderment, not understanding why you reacted the way you did. He moved closer and put his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?", - he asked caringly, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb.