It was typical of road-trip hotels; the basics covered in the bathroom with tiny plastic bottles of lotion and cheap shampoo. A single-cup brewer for ...orning coffee was parked on the corner of the desk, along with the typical ten-sheet notepad and plastic pen. It was a far cry from the palatial room she had on her last trip – but heartland Springfield was also a far cry from glitzy Las Vegas.She propped open her laptop on the desk, checked some of her business emails and sent off a message to. Be quiet and don’t tell anyone, and I won’t hurt you. Listen to Daddy and be a good girl. Be a good girl for Daddy.” Through it all, he was rubbing her teenage cunt. Rubbing her faster and harder, it didn’t take long for her to realize he was trying to make her cum. She wasn’t moving, and this made her father rather upset. He flipped her pajama shirt up over her breasts - already at that age they were frankly huge - and started to suckle on her nipples. It wasn’t long like that that she did. He smiled at me and continued raising it up my waist. While he pulled down my tiny thong down to my ankles, I lifted my blouse above my head…He fell down to his knees, with his face pushing my legs apart as his lips trailed up the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs some little more. My legs were shaking. Suddenly, I was very nervous. I closed my eyes as I was sure he could see how wet I was.I felt his hands touch my ass, slowly rubbing and squeezing my buttocks. One hand rubbed toward my. But inside the trailer was a prize more valuable than the world’s largest diamond, his girlfriend. Sarah Lamb was the daughter of a rich Eugene family. She was tall and lithe with a well developed figure and an aristocratic face. He went inside, told her what had happened. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. ‘You’re the man’, she said in a simple way. They showered together and an hour later he emerged from the trailer with a tie-dye shirt, ripped jeans and a fancy pair.