A little while later, I thought I felt a hand on my right shoulder my uncle had reached around, and put his right hand around my shoulder and dragged ...y head onto his broad chest. It was a comfortable feeling and I stretched out, sitting sideways on the seat with my legs drawn up on the seat. Uncle’s hand started to rub my shoulder gently and once in a while he would kiss the top of my head – a pleasant feeling. His masculine smell was quite heady and nice and I felt safe, protected and happy.. We were in the conference room. I was on my knees. Tony was leaning against the table, smiling down at me. He stroked my face. I remembered how good I'd felt when he had done that. I watched as he looked up and grinned directly at the camera. It was like getting punched in the gut.I remembered all the things I'd done for him that time: After it was over, I knew, I would touch his cum cooling on my thigh. I would touch my finger to my lips, knowing it would please him to see me do that. Why had. "Tears stung the girl's eyes. "That's a lie!" she said heatedly. "Oh, Dad, that's not true! I swear, I've never--I've never even had a boy. Honest!"And her father suddenly knew it was true. The lie had simply been to find out if she was still a cherry. And now that he knew, his massive prick began to rise in his pants with furious power. It wasn't just that Marsha was his own lovely fifteen-year-old daughter that fired his overpowering lust. She was the living embodiment of his own wife,. I tried to get out and be strong, I commandedher to let me go," Alicia laughed."I wasn't in any position to issue orders and her response was to slap mevery hard across the face. She told me not to tell her what to do. Herslap was so hard, my cheek hurt and my eyes watered up. She became verythreatening pulling my face by my hair inches from her frightening faceand it was clear that she was in complete control and there wasn't a damnthing I could do about it. My life was in her merciless hands..