‘No, and you shouldn’t make assumptions. Or, worse, think that someone like me with such integrity would think that.’ Farida gave a little giggl... at the irony of her words. ‘Now you’re taking the piss.’ Anderson drained his cup before putting it down. He leaned forward, folding his hands together placing them between his knees. “Uh oh,’ Farida groaned. ‘What?’ Anderson asked softly. ‘I know that look; it means I’m in for one of your deep chats.’ ‘You know, I’ll punish you don’t you,. I had enough time to think about my uncle. I even phoned him to make sure that he kept our secret. And trust me, he was more scared than i was about the secret being leaked. This gave me an assurance that what i did to him earlier wasn’t in vain.The rest of the time, I just watched TV, or cooked food, or ate a ton of Ice cream. I stopped attending college, saying that I had malaria. I told my parents the same. They almost came back running to save me from my imaginary suffering, but I was. They think that I am going to touch them, whether it is touching them in a manner that creates pain or pleasure does not matter. As time goes on, they start to wonder what I am doing, wondering turns to frustration, frustration to worry, worry might even turn to fear that I left. The need to talk becomes unbearable as the want to cry out, or ask if I am there, but she has been told not to talk. This really becomes a dilemma for them. Realistically if I did leave, then talking would do no good. I fucked her even harder and made her cry with pleasure. She was feeling happy and came for the first time.But my dick was still hard. I was not in a mood to stop. I made her lie on her back and started fucking her.She said,” I AM ASHAMED THAT JASMINE IS MY DAUGHTER. LOOK AT HER TITS THEY ARE SO SMALL. AND LOOK AT MINE. DREAM OF EVERY MAN. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME, AAAAHHHHH, OOOHHHHH, YESSSSS, FUCK, FUCK, MAKE ME CUM, SON OF A BITCH.”She cummed again and then I turned her and made her on her.