He said to me "It must not be hard enough if it isn't hurting you, making you cry for me." Then he stepped back again and whipped me with the force of...his whole weight. I yelled but he said "Louder bitch!" He whipped me again and again as I cried out begging him to stop! He then yelled at me "THAT ISNT LOUD YOU WORTHLESS WHORE! I TOLD TO SCREAM FOR ME YOU FUCKING PIG!" and unleashed on my ass cheeks over and over until he was out of breath, and his arm was worn out. I cried and cried begging. Thinking thoughts that I wasn’t supposed to be thinking. Then the washcloth slid over my other breast and I couldn’t suppress a tiny moan. I opened my eyes and glance down at my father’s hand that was holding the washcloth, it was trembling visibly. “He’s as turned on by this as I am.” I thought to myself. I closed my eyes again as the hand, it was no longer a washcloth, but a hand holding a washcloth, moved slowly downward over my tummy, slowly, steadily, lower toward my mound. My mind was. "Ya, they are. But let's join them," Amy replied."Dogpile on Mommy and Daddy," Cindy shouted and all three girls jumped on their parents.Victor stood up with Amy and Lisa hanging on to him. Turning he tossed both of the girls into the surf. They shrieked in happiness as they landed with a splash in the water. Turning around, he grabbed Cindy by her slippery waist. He turned to toss her after her sister when Amber shoved him from behind. He went stumbling in to the water. Cindy fell into the. I didn't ask anymore questions. We let her sleep. I finished the daily paperwork, turned off the computer and grabbed my coat. "See you in the morning, Sir." I stopped because I wanted to say something else but I honestly didn't know what. Instead, I hugged him. My Grandfather was never a touchy-feely kinda guy. He was more likely to hit you than hug you in the best of times. That day, I hugged him and he hugged me back. He abruptly let me go and straightened his shoulders. I recognized the.