In the past few weeks she had performed this little ritual a few times to prepare for the main event, but this time, well, this time she was going to ...et to finish the job. After a few minutes her cigarette was almost gone and she was about to reach climax, her hands were drenched in her own juices. “Goodbye Steve” she panted as she took a final triple pump drag and kicked the chair out from beneath herself. Instantly she felt the rope completely bite down. Her lungs tried to exhale but. My father licked and slathered on me for at least ten minutes, the whole time I tried to block out what was happening, what might happen. I wanted him to go away, untie me and apologize for the rest of his life. What I feared was that once he got done with his mouth, he would fuck me. I only did that once before, with a boner smaller than what I just saw, and it hurt. If my dad tried to put his in me, I knew without a doubt I would split open. Just as that frightening image rampaged through. It waslike the center of the hurricane, knowing, knowing that what comesafter?I ripped off my wig. The water was hot. I slid into it, knowing,counting the minutes.Into the tub, I poured, with two hands, shampoo and conditioner. Itmight fuck up the plumbing, but not right now. The bubbles beganimmediately.Heaven. I still had my butt plug in, and my piercings, but for thefirst time in over a month I was naked. And never had I know howwonderful naked was. I put my china white face into the water. This was where he had sat for eight years. Eight peaceful years. There had been some emergencies: casualties brought from the hills to his cottage since he had more or less level fields for the helicopter to land, or the odd lost walker he set on the right way, but by and large he had led a solitary existence and had never felt lonely. He had his faithful Bob, whom he had as a puppy since his second year there. He had thought he was over all the traumata of the early years. He had been happy,.