The voices went on for a while and I was more frightened when my parents came up to my room and my father seemed very stern with me. He was very upset...because the police had just been to our home. They had asked him what he knew about the marks on my body and where he had been the last few days. He demanded I come clean with him on what had happened to me and if I was raped or assaulted by someone, namely Scott. The pressure of all this, the thought that the police had even questioned my own. While her head was still covered with the shirt I feasted my eyes on the fresh and tender pink lower lips. Strange fluids were flowing out of it wetting the whole area as well as the carpet. I could not miss her beautiful round boobs crying to me to suck them. That’s when I started kissing her body from top to bottom.And licking every hidden corner of her meaty flesh. Finally she requested me to remove the shirt from her face so that she could also appreciate my body. When I removed the shirt. ”Janice shrieks.Another orgasm sweeps her lost thoughts away.The soft pressure between Janice’s legs slowly brings her out of her deep, dreamless sleep. She hasn’t dreamed in so long she has almost forgotten what dreams are like. As if on autopilot, Janice spreads her legs open, blinking to adjust her eyes to the light.The way Beth is running her tongue across her pussy is exquisite. She runs her fingers through the shiny black curls of her mistress’ hair and arches her hips upward into her. And for the record, I also hope that you decide not to request your release from me."Her expression said it all, but she stepped up to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I held her while I looked at my father and asked, "Was that sufficient, or do you need more proof?" I ... uh ... I don't know what to say ... it's like I'm just meeting you for the first time. Are you really my son, and is this all just some kind of elaborate joke?"I had a wicked thought, and I whispered in my slave's.