When Paige was dragged towards something that looked like a waiting room, she took a look at the huge hallway. It was just as in the movies, something...that didn’t make her feel any better at all. She and the man walked into the waiting room, and he made her sit down on a soft, warm couch. “Wait here”, he said, and left the room, leaving Paige alone.Just a few minutes she sat there, but the minutes seemed to be hours. Suddenly, she heard two people coming her way. She recognized her kidnapper’s. The fact was that Isabel had severed any emotional ties with her father when she left home. But since the funeral she had taken to making a monthly return to provide company for Katherine, her mother.In honesty, she had to admit that what had been begun as a matter of duty had proved less stressful than she had anticipated. But on this, her third visit, she had come with a mission. Remarks her mother had made had led Isabel to suspect that her father's death was not deeply mourned, might even. Here he was, fucking his own daughter. A daughter he had never met before today. She moaned and his fingers ran over her silky skin. He found her slit and parted her lips. His thumb finding her clit, he rubbed her swollen skin. She groaned louder and her hands found his ass cheeks. Her nails bit into his skin, forcing him deeper inside her. She wrapped her legs tighter. This only made him rub her harder. Lightly flicking her clit with his fingers, he could feel her cum wetting his cock. He. I sucked on them instead. He flopped around like a fish now, but he never told me to stop. Finally, he rolled over onto his back, and once again, I put his cock into my mouth. This time, I was determined to get the whole thing into my mouth and throat. Although it gagged me a little, I pushed it in past that part of me, and down it went, almost to my vocal chords. I evacuated all the air I could from my mouth and throat, and sucked him in even tighter. His head was thrown back in ecstasy..