”George couldn’t believe his daughter was a tramp. Why would she be doing this?“I’d like a private dance with Holly.”George handed him his ...redit card and the bouncer rang the sale.“I’ll have Mary take you to the VIP area. Holly will be inside shortly. Enjoy!”George was horrified and had no idea what to expect. In a way, he wanted to drag his daughter out by her hair, but in another way, he wanted to see what the fuck she did every night. He wondered if she was a sexy kitten that loved. I had many orgasms. I really lose count pretty soon. Gabby always counts to give me a final tally. This week end Gabby told me that I had about 19 fucks. I said, wow almost matched the 22 from before. Then Nancy says, but Gabby tell him how we got to 19. Oh yes, this week end we brought a guest!! What???? Oh don't complain bitch, you enjoyed every minute of it. You were the perfect whore and that is the way we want you. Wait, wait just a minute. They both yelled :What?? Bitch!!!! I thought for. . " I'd given a lot of thought as to what the appropriate song might be, and I'd settled on "The Search is Over", the same song I'd serenaded her with during the final Lightning in a Bottle show. There on the beach, a scant few miles away from her earliest childhood home, I gave a repeat rendition that might not have matched the original in vocal precision, but which carried a meaning far beyond anything that preceded it. I sang the first verse and the chorus, her rapidly moistening eyes gazing. He then went about binding my legs to the legs of thetable. Next, he tied a final rope to the ropes hed****d across my shoulders and pulled me forward so Iwas laying down on top of the table. He tied off therope to the end other end of the table so I could notrise up.There I was, totally helpless and at his mercy. Thenext thing I know is he is stuffing a ball gag betweenmy lips and telling me to open wide bitch…once it wasin he buckled it up behind my head.You can just visualise me, flat on the.