She asked, “You love being dressed up like a whore don’t you. You want to be used like a slut. You want your ass violated by a big cock don’t yo...? (She loosened the ball gag)” I said, “yesss.” She said, “I can’t hear you baby. Tell me the honest truth what do you want more than anything in the world.” I said, “I want to be fucked.” The excitement caused me to have another head rush I was feeling very high. She moved behind me lifting up my dress moved my thong to one side stroking my ass softly. Well ... right. But you are all school girls.”“I know, right? Every man’s dream I would think”He moved over and kissed her “How long are you here for then?” He liked her hair, and her frankness. Others might have taken an hour to explain the important detail ‘we’ve all agreed that you should have sex with us if you want’. She knew there was something else.“Well, we didn’t really think this through entirely. How long do you want me here? How long before you get bored with what you want me to. He keeps thrusting inside her, and with ever thrust another orgasm washes over her body in waves of pure pleasure. He feels an orgasm forming deep down in his groin, he’s fourty-two years old. It’s been a while since he’s came three times in one night. Her cunt flexing around his aching member, causes him to release. An intense orgasm rolls over his body, he floods her inner sex with the last of his hot cum. Grace cums too, her body shivers with pleasure, she holds him tight with her arms and. "And as for you, slut, you're gonna get what whores deserve." At least he had to put the gun down to take off his belt.Sue closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, some vital emotion to blot out the blur of physical pain. Soon that crystallized on hatred. She hated her father. She hated his brutality, his puritanism, his tyranny. He was a man who tried to crush her spirit, deny her freedom, block out all chance of happiness. His was a home filled with bondage, not with love.Nothing.