”“Yes,” I breathed.He took a step towards me until his body once more fitting to mine, but his hands remained by his side. “Yes what?”“Yes...I want this.” The words were barely audible, but they were still out there.His hands slid over my body once more, lighter this time, but the contact was still enough to make me shudder. “What do you want, Laine?” he asked“I want you to touch me.”“Like this?” his hands were brushing up my side, but did little more than that.“No.”“Then be more specific.” I. Or will it? Not knowing exactly how this will turn out is part of what makes it such a turn on.You pull out your other breast and start teasing both nipples. You flick your tongue across each nipple to get each nice and wet, before continue to twist them in between your fingers. You wish you there was a set of lips to suck each of your nipples.Maybe you could convince this guy to pull over and join you in the passenger seat. Or, perhaps you could both hop in the back seat together.. After an hour of driving around, avoiding the reservation, I am calmed down enough that I am capable of having a rational conversation. I pull over and tell her, “You have one chance. Tell me everything from the beginning. Leave nothing out.”She sniffles and wipes her face on her shirt. Any other time and I would have opened the glovebox and give her some napkins. When she calms down she says, “It started a year ago. He raped me.”“By he, I assume you mean Jerid.”“Yes.”“I said tell me. " Daddy sounded mean. I tried to prop myself up. He had told me it was a goal but there was no way i was ready for his thick 9inches in my ass. My father was the only one to ever fuck me. I was his possession and too young for other men. I couldn't sit up. I couldn't stop him. I could only cry out. "No!" which only made him growl more."I made you. You are my daughter and i will take what i want." he was almost yelling in my ear with his body pressed against me. Tears streamed down my face. He.