" Well excuse me if I disagree. I feel like an ass."She seemed a little offended by my statement, but it was the truth. I had been beating myself up f...r it. And the worst part was that even though I felt horrible after I made myself cum with thoughts of my daughter I still did it again later that night making myself feel worse and then again the next night. It seemed that even though I had guilty feelings about the weak moments I still went back to it a few more times before I was able to get. "What?" Billy mumbled back. He thought he had heard the word blow."I said, when I get home I'm going to get my sister to give me a blow job." Kyle repeated.Billy let go of the tuning knob, momentarily forgetting what he was doing. "Asshole. You are so full of shit. You've never had a blow job and you probably won't get one until you're old and grey. Especially not from that pretty little sister of yours"Billy had a thing for Kyle's younger sister Megan and Kyle knew it and liked teasing Billy. Herbie screamed against his gag and fought his bonds as Bigun and Donnie carried him into the interview room, which is what I call my dungeon at the warehouse.I carried Lillian into the middle bedroom and laid her on the bed. When I removed the sack from her head, the light blinded her. I unbound her legs and ankles, yanked off her panties and hose, and threw them away.She kicked at me, which I'd expected. I seized an ankle in each hand and held on as she thrashed around, trying to get away. My. That Friday I blew off my three o'clock class so I could leave at one. I was going to the house and talk to Donna first; I thought she would be more receptive than dad; that would give me a little boost, courage wise.She was surprised to see me when I pulled up. I told her coffee was on me and we went to the little restaurant down the street. After getting our coffees, I took a deep breath and started. "Donna, do you remember Bobby Kilpatrick?" Of course; he was the prick that called dad asking.