Perfect family Stories

It was her eyes. Such a pretty, pale blue magnified by her thick glasses. And the way she was looking up at me when she stammered out, “P-please, Mr. Hook. Will you teach me how to please you?” How could I ignore such a sweet request? I looked down at her, already so obediently on her knees. Her blonde hair was tied in two pigtails, which I bounced in my palms before tightening my grasp around them. “Why do you want to le...