Her lips where bright pink, her cheeks blushed red, her nose ring replaced with a fake pearle earing, and the nipple rings she whore were polished so ...hat the shinned. She was shamed, but unable to care with the pressing need between her legs.The make up girl led her to a wardrobe room, dressing her in a cheap tube top and short, tight spandex shorts, and a cheap plastic necklace. Relieved to be wearing any cloths at all, she didn't protest. She was fitted into a pair of tennis shoes and led. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after a while a muffled whimper of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the heavy sackacross the floor towards the door. There was a certain amount of leakage and some fluid trailed behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more sacks to double-bag the body.“There's no way out- except like this” I dragged the body through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged head cracking on. For it felt good, appalling as it was, it felt exquisite to have a cock filling her cunny. Never mind that it was her father’s, the very organ of her own generation, in fact … it was a fine stiff prick, and everything Jacqueline had said about her was true. ‘There,’ Jacqueline said, her foot still pressing down hard on William’s buttocks. ‘Now you’re in her, deGranville. Your cock is sunk to the root. Isn’t she tight? Isn’t she hot and wet?’ ‘She-devil,’ he gasped, and whether he meant. "Shit, Don," said Ron, looking on, I knew you had a big one, but how the hell big is it when it's hard?"Don didn't answer, but as I ever so slowly and teasingly inched his boxers down, an unbelievably giant cock suddenly popped free and banged me right on the nose. That sucker had to be at least as long as the legendary John Holmes or more. When I grabbed it, I couldn't get the fingers of either hand to touch as I grabbed hold!"Shit," I said, "No wonder your wife keeps tabs on you and doesn't.