I felt betrayed and sorrowful. I knew I had messed up, but this seemed too extreme. I cried even though it didn't hurt and Marc stopped and began apol...gizing to me. I heard you come back and tug me up one last time. You walked me to the corner. and placed my body into position. "A, Sir, please, I am sorry!" You weren't meeting my eyes but You said, "I told Marc you were obedient. Do you call this obedience? You little con artist! Bad Girl. We are going inside. You will remain here until I. From the first time I saw it I knew why. It was where the city's thieves guild was. Mostly we just dealt with drunks or brawls. It was a month later when we walked up as three men fought in the street. I moved forward quickly and pulled my night stick. I slapped it along side one man's head and he dropped to the street.I had the other two mens attention and gestured, "back off and drop the daggers."It usually works but this time one lunged towards me. I slapped the dagger away and slugged him. Well he was a bully, verbally and physically abusive to both of us.”She sipped her wine, her fork pushing mushroom caps around the plate.“I know it’s cliché but I took the abuse. I had a job, a career I was working at, a beautiful daughter, a home. Without them, I had nothing. It was a classical case of me thinking if I could only cook better, dress better, earn more money, be more compliant, Jerry would stop. He’d actually love us, be the loving father Jasmin deserved. I’d loved him once, so. My cock instantly hardened against my daughter's soft skin."Oh?" Heather teased. "I guess you did," she whispered, feeling her dad's erection growing against her.I leaned in to kiss my daughter and began easing my body on top of her. Heather moved with me, opening her legs, complicit in the incestuous intent of being penetrated by her own father.We kissed, passionately while I massaged and kneaded Heather's breast. I pressed my body into my daughter, sinking her into the bed, moaning in her.