I blinked shakily. That wasn’t right. I couldn’t quite think why, but I caught myself wobbling backwards and turning the corner before breaking in...o a quick jog. I’d only gone a block when I skidded to a stop. My father, my sister, they were still behind. Dad was still standing there when I peeked sheepishly around the corner. His cane clicked against the ground and he waved me over with a lazy gesture. ‘Sorry hon…. I know its against regs to do that.’ He crooked his head towards the spittle. Watching it was too much for him. He pounded harder into me and was about to fill me with his cum. I wanted my pussy to be overflowing with his sperm.Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. His whole body began to tense up as his thrusts became long and deliberate, "I'm gonna cum in you ... gonna cummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhhhhh!"At that same moment, my own orgasm had me screaming. My eyes were closed and I was only aware of his big cock deeply imbedded inside me, exploding and filling me with its. Sometimes I think it would almost be better not to remember. It is torture to think that I used to be a beautiful girl. It is torture to think that I was going to be married. It is torture to think that once my daddy loved me. Now they have taken away everything, including my name.Sometimes I pass the doorless rooms where the beautiful girls live and I see one of them lying there leisurely masturbating under daddy's eye. They move so slowly and sensuously with the delicious knowledge that. I ordered and waited, soon the food was here, the gnawing in my guts starting to hurt again.The young woman brought me the food and I thanked her and tipped her a hundred, her eyes wide as she left, its only money I said.Nodding as she walked out the door, I woofed the five plates of food in record time, hardly appeasing the pain I was feeling or the growing hunger. A minute later another older waitress came in, this one seemingly dissatisfied, mean, ill-tempered.I looked over the menu again.