I”m sorry.”My daddy jumped up, his cock hard as a rock and sticking out like a pole. “I”m so sorry baby.” Then he seemed to have an idea. He...smiled wickedly, then leaned over and slid his hands under me, picking me up as if I was a precious cargo and carried me to the bathroom. I expected to be set on the toilet but was surprised to have him step into the bathtub and sit down, placing me straddling his chest. I started to point out that I really did have to Pee. My father smiled again.“Pee on. But I knew it would happen soon enough. I could already visualize myself thinking:Hey..I am no longer a virgin. I've been....fucked. I got laid. I was ridden. I had sex. He went down on me. I came. Multiple times. He still wanted more. I was amazing (that's what he said!) I'm beautiful (he said that too!) I saw his...penis...I touched it...held it...it was inside me! It was huge...and bloody amazing! Omg...I've been tainted. What am I thinking…I was raised in a very open environment. I grew up. She battled with herself in her mind, if she asked for him to untie her, he would think that she enjoyed it . . . which she did, unfortunately. If she stayed tied up, though, then what would he do? She had a plan. Untie me, She whispered. Her voice was like that of an angel, and he raised an eyebrow skeptically. Before he could say more she added, Please. I want to be able to love you right, and I cant do it tied to the bed. She watched as the shock register on his face, she almost laughed. He. Sie trug an diesem Abend eine weite beige Yoga-Hose und ein weites beiges Yoga-Hemd mit Verzierungen. Sie ist ein sehr legerer Typ und Feministin. Das arrogante Verhalten der Yoga-Lehrerin hatte sie als einzige von Anfang an durchschaut und zeigt das Merle auch bei jeder Gelegenheit. Die beiden verspürten eine gewisse Abneigung dem anderen Gegenüber. Sie war die heimliche Anführerin der Yoga SchülerinnenMaren 48, hatte blonde lockige lange Haare und war etwas sportlicher als die anderen. Sie.