I saw the other slave smiling hugely at me, and lowered my eyes again. My heart was still pounding from the run, as I wondered what this would bode fo... me.My Mistress turned and looked at me. ?A forfeit,? she repeated softly. ?Well, you did lose.? Too ashamed to look at her, I kept my head bowed. ?As you wish,? I heard her say.Another cheer and a rush of movement, as a few of the other slaves came towards us. I felt a rough hand take hold of the hair on the back of my head and pull me. Placing a hand into her underwear, Sophie felt she was actually wet from this experience. She had to note this down, it was science after all, but it was subjective at this point. If only there was a way to double check. Then, Sophie heard Hope singing from the shower, a gospel song that Sophie had come to like after hearing it for a year or two. Hope. If she had felt the same way after the encounter with Daniel, it could be correlated with her own feelings. But asking Hope would be. If a storm hit, or we had any other problems, we could always come back to the shuttle for more equipment or better shelter. "We should be able to make the camp site in 2.5 hours."Christopher agreed with her and they set off. Just over 2.5 hours later, they arrived at the spot. It was very picturesque; a small peninsula jutting out onto Lake 3 with some small trees that resembled miniature oaks, and soft grass with a few large boulders here and there. The water of the lake was crystal clear and. She knew she crossed the taboo barrier of 'i****t,' but this was a societal label for something only she and her father could understand. If anything, this was the best, albeit short-lived relationship she had ever had--because deep down she knew that he loved her and that it was not just physical. But god, how she loved how physical it was between them that night. Almost every night that week she thought back to her father's magnificent cock, sliding in and out of her mouth until he came not.