I spent nearly a month reading through the pages of the journal, each time coming to a greater understanding on how our teenage daughter’s mind work...d. And each time also coming to a mind blowing orgasm.My heart began racing as I made the plans to take our relationship beyond mother and daughter: She was going to be my sexual plaything, my very own slut. I was going to dominate her just as she had fantasized about.It was a Saturday morning. Cody had headed out to the lake with some friends,. Please ... please ... let me go?" A single tear welled in her right eye and ran down her cheek. A sob escaped her throat."Sure," Doug said, his voice softening, "We're just having a little fun that's all. Now come on Nena, take off your bra. It's okay. It's all for fun. It's only a game."Nena was petrified. She knew that taking off her bra would probably just make things worse but they had said that they would let her go if she did it. They just wanted a cheap thrill. They couldn't do anything. She was just pushing down her sunglasses so that she could look over them, and in spite of my rudeness, she was still smiling at me. I suppose women don’t take a man’s anger quite as seriously when he has no pants on. ‘This is MY island!’ I insisted, not to be easily placated by her, admittedly appealing, smile. ‘I’m afraid not,’ she replied, trying to break it to me gently. ‘Old Man Ramsey would never sell the island,’ I said. ‘That’s right,’ Vanessa agreed, ‘but Old Man Ramsey is dead. And. Most women of her age were already betrothed; some even had children or were heavily pregnant with their second. She seemed to have avoided that. Perhaps it was the status of her father as one of the elders; needless to say, Beci could have done with a quick fuck from time to time. She often looked at her friends with more than a slight hint of jealousy. Emotions of want and need spread through her body; often at night. Men were interested in her, of course they were, but that wasn’t what.