She doesn't want to fuck me," Theresa said. "At least you have a normal dad." I thought you liked your dad," I protested, but I'd started getting kind...of lost. Like everything she was saying made sense, but it shouldn't have. Or maybe it was the other way around.Theresa was working on dad number four and she remembered stuff better than I did just because she'd been fourteen ever since the day I'd met her. She'd been like half-a-year older than me for a long time, but now she was a lot younger,. Beth, who did all the talking, was obviously not well educated. She spoke freely of the terrible life they had just escaped two days earlier. I soon learned that Meg had been born without vocal chords. She could grunt and make guttural sounds, but could not speak at all.Beth related how they had run away two nights ago from their home in Dothan, Alabama and were trying to get as far away from home as they could. They had walked all day yesterday and half of last night. A woman had given. A hot guy was standing on the stage. It was a competition. Girls should come and kiss him. And in the end, he will say whose kiss was the best and that girl will be awarded 10000 rupees!“He is so hot,” my mom said. Many girls got on the stage and kissed him.“Anyone else? Can we end the contest?” a guy announced on the mic.That hot guy pointed my mom and asked, “Why don’t you try, darling?”.“Don’t do this, honey” dad said. Mom didn’t even mind dad and got on the stage. The hot guy and mom were. I could see and feel the majority go down her throat though.I pulled out and looked down at my slave, Her lips glistened with cum. Droplets slowly gravitated down her chin and to the floor. I pumped a last squirt of cum in to her face and wiped the tip of my cock on her forehead.She did look like a whore now. Cum was all over her face.I undressed quickly.“lay on the mattress!” I ordered pointing at one of the mattress.She laid down. Her hand went between her legs in anticipation."Spread 'em.