The floor is concrete, there are wooden posts and crossbeams, and the corners are filled with boxes and old furniture. Except for the junk standing ar...und it kinda looks and feels like a dungeon. This has potential! For now, we simply clear a space in the centre as a play area.I find an old chair in the discarded furniture and place it directly under a crossbeam. The beam is sturdy wood and runs along the highest spot in the attic, connecting two posts. I can reach it comfortably when I raise. Uh . . . don't know what you mean, Dad," I said. I gulped as his hand slid around my back to my other shoulder, the one opposite him. He now slid close so that my back was leaning into his bare chest. I felt our thighs touch beneath the water. "Dad, what are you doing?" I like you," he said. I shivered as I felt his free hand touch my stomach beneath the water. He caressed the area around my belly button. My penis twitched—I knew it was getting hard. He kept looking into my eyes."You . . . like. Finally, I was called to the bedroom we would use. My deflowering would be filmed and the file sold all over the universe. I knew my “Sex Techniques” teacher would show it to the class tomorrow and critique my performance.I entered the room and dropped a curtsy as I had been instructed. I went for a British accent and said, “Good afternoon, distinguished sir. I am Bethany. May I entertain you?”He smiled at me and quietly said, “Bethany, I’m going to teach you how good it feels when a young man. What if someone walked by and saw the bumping of the car? Would the investigate? Would we be caught in this filthy and inappropriate act that is completely unacceptable in public? The thought of it made me indulge myself in the moment even more. Finally finding the strength to pull away from your hands and breast, my loins cry out to me yelling for me to stop.. A cold cruel prick for taking it away from such joy that it wanted to have.. needed to have. Gently forcing your hand off my cock I.