Ginger was rather disappointed."What do you think you are doing?" gasped the Professor."Just checking on your scientific detachment, and your sperm co...nt. Both of which I find lacking by the way." It will take all lot more than a blow job to breakthrough my scientific detachment, Ginger. Please hop on the table."Ginger stuck out her tongue and hopped onto the table. She made a great show of putting her feet in the stirrups and wrists in the restraints. In position, she glared at the Professor. By this point, you're probably thinking "He could be the killer! Leave, now!" And you'd be right. While I did hear the door lock, I was so nervous and busy trying to think of what to say, without revealing who and what, that I barely paid any attention to it. Suddenly, I felt a hard blow to my head, before I fell down and passed out.Which pretty much brings you up to speed and our present situation. And I say 'our' for a reason. When I came to, I saw MC sitting across from me, my father right. Starting of slow but steadily building a faster rhythm. She loved it and became very aroused. Now it was time for me to establish my dominance. While keeping my right hand firmly in her crotch I moved from sitting between her legs to standing next to her face. For the first time that night she had a moment of hesitation but with my right hand fucking her pussy and my left hand moving my hard cock towards her mouth she quickly relaxed and let her lust guide her. She started sucking my cock. There was a long pause, while I thought about hisquestion...and my answer. I was mad, scared, edgy, buzzed on adrenalin, "Never been worse, what the hell are you people doing?" I wantedto hit him as I said it, but fear and maybe a self-preservation instinctheld me back. It was even harder when his response came with a littlechuckle. "I can see where you'd feel that way," he said. "But really, howyou feel about it now doesn't matter much. Nevertheless, I'll answeryou. "We were.