So, being faced now with twelve strokes she was really worried. She was quite happy giving Miss Hargreaves six strokes or, like today, even happier th...t she would be giving her twelve strokes, but now that seemed to be reversed and it was her who was going to get the caning. She wondered whether she could explain all of this to Miss Wilson but realised it would sound totally like a made-up story, and as Miss Hargreaves was not here to confirm anything, Miss Wilson would simply assume she was. ”“But that’s just it,” Zaria says, shaking her head vigorously. “I don’t want to fuck anybody else. I want Ray!”Yesenia has never heard her best friend ever refer to her father by his name before. “I understand, but it doesn’t look like your mom is going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, your dad is right. If he gets caught with you, things will go to shit.” She smiles, giving comfort to Zaria. “So if you can’t have him all the time, have him when you can. And be discreet about it. Tell him that. Mike – “Well I do need you to put your hands down….that’s better. Very nice, you should be proud to show those off. He made me laugh when he said, “Those will make you some serious money”.He kept snapping away.Mike – “Ok, now I need you to take off your panties.”Me – “Do I have to? What is this really for?”Mike - “Let’s take a break now, let’s talk”. I sat on the sofa and when I noticed him looking at my breasts it made me feel subconscious again so I covered up. “That wasn’t so bad now was. ”“I’m glad.” I said and smiled back.“They took turns with me that night. Even my Dad fucked me once. The other two each came in me twice. I could hardly walk the next day. It’s a wonder I did not become pregnant! The next time they came over, they invited me to play a game called strip poker. They gave me whiskey. When the guy next to me took off his pants, he put my hand on his cock. I can still see Dad smiling at me from across the table. I learned that if I used my hands, they did not try to.