What if you got caught? But the prospect of watching him sleep, seeing him vulnerable, maybe seeing more of him than you should — suddenly it’s al... you can think about. You rub your clit a bit more, hoping to drive away this dangerous impulse, but now when you think of his cock, his chest, his ass… now when you think of him you can’t get over the fact that he’s under the same fucking roof, just down the fucking hall…Almost in a trance you pull your covers over and swing your feet down on to the. . though my thoughts at the moment were in trying to even imagine that. Me ... Faye, and Chris all jumbled together, with Steven laying in a bed next door to us in the adjoining room. Yeah ... that would go over like a fart in a space suit."Well, so you ready to get in a bit more practice?" Yeah, I think that's a pretty good plan," I told her. "I've been damn horny all day, ever since you left," I freely admitted. "But I was also thinking about something ... something else that might help." Oh. The arse fucking over the breakfast bar lifted her spirits and she started to get her act in order. Starting with the constant stream of people fixing waxing and generally buffing her, first fixing the chipped and lost nails returning them to former glory long and red and they look great around my cock working the shaft, cupping my ball sack, with my spunk over them or in and out of her cunt covered in her own juice.The Asian who came to the door, in short white coat, helm up around the bottom. Louder! he slapped her again. Yes sir! she said weakly. LOUDER SLUT!! he bellowed, slapping her harder. YES SIR! YES SIR! YES SIR! she screamed, choking back tears. Thats better. Daddy&hellip, she mumbled, what if I get pregnant? Hank chuckled. Thats the point. He grinned. Rebecca fainted. The next morning she woke up to find herself handcuffed to her bed. She looked down to see her sheets were covered with blood from when her father had torn through her hymen. She tried to sit up, but realized.