“Dadddddyyyyyy! Please! Do what you want, just make me cum!” He smiled at her, grinning profusely in her direction. Leaning in to kiss her deeply,...he hovered his hand over her crotch, pushing his middle finger out. He tickled her clit with the tip of his finger, making Annabelle’s back arch. Her toes curled, and she pulled him in with her legs, locking him in place. Now eat the fuck out of me! I fucking love your tongue!” She said out loud in her ear, her eyes pleading with desperation and. ." For now, put this on." He handed me a pale pink, short, satin dressinggown.He re-attached the chain, something he always did when I was left alonein the room, patted me on the head like a little pet and went upstairs,locking the door behind him.I was left alone with my thoughts, how could this be happening, howcould I get out of it and what should I do? But I kept coming to thesame conclusion, there was no escape, I had no control of events and itwas better to play along with him than face. Nothing was said over dinner about the diary. As we put the dishes in the dishwasher my heart was prepared when Ruth said, ‘I read your diary through to your last entry. Let’s talk in your quiet sanctuary.’ As we made our way into the solarium I braced myself. My bent to avoid conflict caused a flurry of doubts to run through my mind. I reminded myself, I had to do this. Besides it was too late to turn back. Ruth sat with me on the sofa. ‘While I am not your judge, I understand all that you. Beth mentioned to Carolthat she always wantedto ride on a motorcycle so Carol saidshe would ask Joe to give her a ride. Joe told Bethhe could give heraride when weleft as therewas abar near our motelthey would be going to later. He said it was where abunch of hisbiker friends hung out. About nine Joe said it was time to go and asked Beth if she still wanted a ride. She said yes so Carol said she would ride with me back to the motel and we could walk around the corner to the bar. We walked to.