”“You did,” I growled, my hand sliding around her hip to her stomach. “God, you are tight. I could just stay like this forever, savoring your ...owels.”“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her breath slowing, her bowels relaxing. My finger reached for her clit and—Her phone blared Pharrell's Happy. She threw a look to her discarded jeans on the floor, her phone peeking out of a pocket, the screen lighting up. “That's your house's landline, Clint.”“Alicia,” I groaned. My little sister eschewed cell phones. I didn't want to get cum in my wig before I had a chance to take some pics. I found a large mirror in one of the hallways. I dropped the towel and started to snap away. Once I was satisfied with some selfies, I went back to find Daddy. He was right where I left him, stroking on the L shaped bench in the porn room. I sat next to him and he started pinching my nipples. This is my biggest weakness, so at that point, he could of had anything he wanted. After some nipple play I slid down to. I stopped crying and looked up at him. ‘Kattie, if living here is driving you nuts, maybe you should consider moving back to the dorm,’ he said. That’s all I needed! Now he was rejecting me! I started to cry again, really sobbing! ‘What the hell did I say?’ (I sensed he was losing his patience). ‘You don’t want me here, do you?’ I sobbed. ‘Kattie, what do I have to say to make you understand that I love you, I need you, I want you, and I don’t want you to leave? I just want you to be HAPPY!’. Sarah continued towards the door and opened it, but Hope sprang up, snatched the stack and slipped the pictures down the back of her trousers."Give them back!" Sarah spat."No," Hope said. "I won't." You know, for someone who isn't guilty, you really seem it at the minute," Sarah reasoned.Hope said nothing to that and Sarah started thinking up what to do to get the truth. She could read Hope like a book, but Hope was stubborn. It was never easy to get her to say anything if she didn't want to.