More intoxicating than any alcohol.#######We kissed passionately at the threshold of my apartment, then again at my bedroom door. His hands were alrea...y in my partially unbuttoned blouse, and hitching up my skirt - though they'd already gone farther in the taxi ride home from the play. I had only recently stopped counting the number of dates we'd had, but still knew the number of times we'd made love. Three. Each as or more exciting than the last. Each different and... half-dangerous, skirting. But I feel safe with you. You're ok for a kidnapping bastard." Thanks, I think." He had moved over to the bed without me noticing. I /did/ notice when he sat down though, I could feel the hard bulge pressing against my hip. I shivered trying to imagine what it would feel like. His lips caught mine again, not that I was trying to escape. It felt good to let him take charge. He moved my hands down to his shirt hem, I took the hint.I wasn't easy getting his shirt off. I didn't want to stop kissing. I don't know what to say... you do what is good for me... but don't tell mom, Papa." Just give me wild pleasure, Papa.Her father removed her tiny thong, spread apart her shapely thighs and looked closely at her cunt."Lovely cunt, Laura... " Her father used his fingers and parted her cunt lips. "Delicious looking, dear... wet and pinkish inside... it's glistening... your young cunt is hungry for Papa's tongue, Laura." Oh Papaaaaaa..." I'm glad you like my cunt, Papa."Yes, Laura... you have a hot. Today. 6 months later...Allison's hasn't been to her apartment in a while. She's probably been evicted but rarely has a chance to think about where her things might have ended up. There is round-the-clock work to be done. Even on weekends she's either the prize of some raffle or tied up in one of the managers' basement getting her holes plowed by various instruments. Any spare minute she has is spent online looking for another job. No one is replying to her applications though. Is Marianne.