Because thats the kind I like. Im going to teach you to be Daddys perfect little sex slave. he sat in the middle of the bed hard and waiting. Oh and t...eres no birth control for Daddys slut. She smiled at her father as she began to undo her blouse and slip off her skirt. She unhooked her bra and slipped off her thong as she crawled over to her father as she had done as a child when he called upon her, but no instead of a slim flat body, her ass was well rounded and her breasts hung, swaying as. Like …. he forced you, right?” Unnervingly, Debbie just shrugged her shoulders.“Who was it? Did you report it? Why didn’t you tell me?” I spilt out.“And then what? You write a stern letter?” she scoffed, as I winced at her hurtful, low blow.“But you did report it?” I asked, still shocked and incredulous.“Nope,” Debbie answered, nonchalant, like it didn’t seem to matter.“Why not? Did you know the guy?”“I didn’t at the time, no, not really.”“What do you mean, at the time not really?”. Don, you need to relax. I won't bite." She giggled. "I know you won't bite, little girl. But I might." She laughed and touched his thigh as he sat down next to her. She rubbed it a little, then sipped her beer and grinned. Don took a drink himself and began to relax. It seemed fine here. She was nice. Hell, he might get lucky twice tonight. In ten minutes Molly was down on her hands and knees on the sofa and Don was fucking her from behind. She was crying out that she needed more cock. "Please,. She still lay with her face down in the cushion while Amelia busied herself by tidying up. First, she picked up the used wipes and went and put them in the kitchen bin. Once she had returned to the living room she picked up her implements and returned them to her downstairs office. Finally, she picked up the tube of gel and the wipes and returned them to her bathroom cupboard. Miss Marks stood in her bathroom for a few minutes and looked in the mirror. She adjusted her blouse and skirt and.