Fades to a family snap of short mother, and less than happy looking teenager.“He left just before I hit my teens and my mother got our names changed...back to her maiden name, she didn’t even give me the option to keep dad’s name… She was a committed Muslim by then, so she kept us in the faith.”A picture of Jazmine, around 15 years old, with punky short hair, fills the screen. A police mugshot.“I didn’t understand why he had gone, or why everyone was calling him worse than shite. He was my daddy. Far from being the frightened mouse, she was now determined to go all the way. She knelt up so she could free both hands and renewed her attack. I certainly wasn’t going to interfere and when she started to tug them down I lifted up and made it as easy as I could for her. She made a theatrical show of pulling them off one leg at a time and then paused while she gazed down at me. Suddenly she seemed to be having doubts. I tried to encourage her by sliding my hand under her skirt and stroking her. " I could tell him why she was so upset afterward."Yeah." He nodded. "I'll tell Dad to leave without me." Actually, I'd like him to attend as well." I couldn't help the slight smile. "There will be free food."Honda's sense of humor wasn't lost. "Can't miss that, can we?" Why are you two so glum?" Mutou threw himself at us. "We're free!" He held his camera up and the flash went off in our faces. "Mai wouldn't let me have a party, but Suzuki-kun's throwing one and Yoshi-kun's throwing one and...". I went to check whether she is in deep sleep or not. As it was very dark nobody will be able to identify after confirming that. She was in deep sleep.I slowly placed my hand on her left boob by sliding her saree. I started to press slowly. It is smooth and tried to figure out her nipple and slowly opened the buttons of her blouse. Her bra was fitted very tight to her boobs. I was becoming mad.I started to press her boobs and slowly pinching her nipples. By this time she was moaning ahh mmmm. I.