The week before, he had her write out invitations for the evening for all of his friends. Each one had been asked to bring with them a bottle of their...urine, and nothing else. Drinks would be fully provided, paid for by herself. He loved the extra humiliation of forcing her to play such an active role in her abuse.As she prepared the room she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the mindset he wanted her in for the evening ahead. She set out entertainment ready - extreme DVDs only. It was obvious she didn’t want to “tell on” her daddy, even though he was dead and couldn’t be apprehended or punished.Wanda said, “Living the way we did, I never saw another man and dad very rarely saw another female. He was home schooling me and I had access to a full library. I sometimes strayed from his lesson plans and read about the psychology of love and sex. I was convinced that a celibate life was not good for either of us, both physically and mentally. I am not vain, but I did. I could see the almostglowing golden hair that hung down to my hips and of course the veryfeminine mound between my legs instead of my usual equipment.I realized that I was built like a Barbie doll. Like every horny teenageboy's wet dream. And God help me, I felt hornier than I'd ever imaginedpossible. Then suddenly, I knew without the slightest doubt that somehowI had become a sex goddess. Literally.For a long minute, I stood perfectly still, surrounded by a storm ofswirling colors. But my. “But these last two can get us shut down, so I have to destroy them. You may have a look first.” All three stiff cocks were exposed to this stranger and any legal researchers. He deleted the two incriminating pix and printed the other four for a fee. It was time we left the park.The next stop was at our hotel, across a state line. Sue chimed in, “Cover up ladies. Bared tits are not legal in this backward state. The good news is that our hotel is private and exclusively adult for the month so we.