I didn’t know how to respond to his sudden candor. Some of it scared me, and being helpless as I felt at the moment, the thought of being violated i... such sadistic ways by this man whom I barely know was more than frightening. He left me hoisted in the air and walked back to his bench. A moment later, he came back and asked me if I could guess what he had in his hand while holding it chest-high in front of me.“I don’t know,” I replied.He held it closer. “I smell a candle,” I finally. I'm a lucky father... I love your breasts darling... you have such lovely nipples... I'm glad you are my daughter..."I was getting aroused by dad's caressing, by his bold looks and by his vocal admiration of my breasts."Dad, I'm glad to be your daughter... I'm glad you are my dad too. I'm glad you love my breasts." What a bold thing to say!After admiring me like that for some minutes, he knelt in front of me. His eyes were now glued to my crotch where my small semi-transparent hot pants were. She must learn to display herself to men. She must learn to submit to their desires.She has another, stronger orgasm. I tell her how good it is that she responds sexually and enjoys intercourse. I explain that my powerful friends have already rented her a spacious loft near the university where she took her degree. It is now fully furnished and ready for her to occupy. Her lodgings occupy fully half the fourth floor. The other half has also been rented. It has been fitted as a sexual playroom. Before they could close in, the rolligon managed to pull away from all but the leading fringe of stampeding bison. The little vehicle rocked and bounded across the uneven terrain, striving vainly to reach safety as the bison continued to pick up speed. Mike shouted something that was lost in the rumbling thunder of cloven hooves as the herd closed in around them once more, and Phil watched helplessly as a wave of animals ahead of them seemed to drop away.The gully, carved by the rushing waters.