Bob and Susan were happy that their children were back home again. She loved spoiling her children with food and drink. She was an amazing cook. “...oney, I can’t wait to see everybody,” Bob remarked.“It should be a lot of fun for sure,” Susan commented.The doorbell rang, and Bob and Susan ran to the door. They opened the door and Jane was the first one to arrive.“Hi, mom and dad! How are you guys?”“We’re great. Come in dear. You look fabulous.”“Daddy you’re always so kind.”Bob went to hug. His breathing quickens, as do his fingers in my cunt. He pulls out without warning and starts to caress my swollen clit. 'Oh this feels so good!' I scream in my mind. He suddenly stops fingering me. I look to him desperate for him to finish what he started. He just smiles, seeing my wanting, enjoying my distress of him stopping. He picks me up, as if I weigh nothing, places me on the kitchen table and whips my soaked panties off. His tongue teases my inner thighs, before making his way up to. "We can mix it with limpets and seaweed."Will, do you have any allergies or being treated for any illnesses, youknow, pills, potions, stuff like that?" No, nothing." You don't use drugs do you, cocaine, grass, anything like that?"He frowned. "No, never, are you worried I might go crazy and run amok?" No of course not but I checked the drugs cupboard in the infirmary andthere's morphine and syringes and if there's an accident and you are hurtand I gave you morphine and you had been popping. “What happened to your hair Carol?” What was once long beautiful hair, was now rudely chopped short. It looked like someone had taken a dull pair of scissors and had cut it badly.“Dad had really gotten onto me one day, calling me ugly, telling me I was a slut and all kind of other names. I went up to my room to cry and decided to trim my hair a little bit. Dad came barging in and started yelling again. He grabbed the scissors and started chopping my hair. That is when I decided that I couldn’t.