Travis turned and started up the ladder, with Emmitt right behind.Maggie turned, surprised to see them up in the loft. She could see the bulge in Trav...s’s jeans, then looking at her dad, he said “Now Maggie, I told you how poor we was and I need your help, baby. Travis here is willing to haul them calves for half-price if you can do him like you did me last week. So I want you to fuck him, OK?”“Daddy, no, please, no”, she pleaded. She knew it was hopeless. She always had to do what her daddy. I was screaming incoherently - it could have been Swahili for all anyone could have understood - and I was sweating all over as I tried everything to hold back. And still we went higher. Oh God! So this is what it's like. Scream. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God, my God, my God, my God! Please! Stop! It can't get any higher, surely! Oh God! Oh! OH! OH! OH MY GOD! OH GOOOOOOD! O H ! O H ! O H !S C R E A MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm! I said (if that's the right verb to use) as my penis let go and come. . The dildo seemed to get even larger than it was originally, and I felt liquid entering my ass. "Well, you wanted some tonight, dear", Patrick said to me, "so I thought you wanted more cum in you". Rebecca laughed out loud, as she twisted the knob to the off position, keeping the dildo buried deep in my bowels, with an anonymous load in my ass, stirring around with the other loads I'd already taken.We then made small talk, well, mainly Patrick and Rebecca did, catching up on old times, as I. Paris had always been the key, she'd seen it: Paris meant she was free. Paris meant her father would die, and she'd be her own person. So now, when Sable caught up to her, when she reverted so quickly... that was what sickened her, that's what she was running away from. She'd had enough of running already. Even this morning had been running — running to, rather than running from, but still running. Trying to make a statement of control, trying to pretend that the decisions were hers when they.