With a tense shock wave I felt my self wetting myself in front of dad. I thought I was going to drip like pee but instead it just more so congealed up...inside my panties. Dad reached in his shorts and boldly adjusted him self. I thought I saw the tip of his penis as it came to the top of his shorts. I moved my shaking hand down to the outside of my soaked panties. I touched the slippery residue and the single tickle on my clit made me make an audible moan. I looked at my dad and out of breath. Recorded, and very realistic, screams of pain came from above the ceiling of the elevator as they stepped into the elevator. The screams subsided, but a lesser scream sounded as the elevator started to descend to the club level below. Then the screams resumed in urgency as the elevator slowed to a stop.The girls exited the elevator, leaving the realistic whimpering and crying behind as they walked down a short corridor past cork boards covered with flyers and personal ads: masters were seeking. I see her pleasant form cautiously approaching, obscured by the colds aftermath. Barely audible through the wind I hear her ask who it is, fear in her voice. I answer back, but my mouth only makes sounds, not words. She recognizes my voice and opens the door wearing a clean smock as a nightshirt, instantly dropping the poker from the stove, she was apparently going to use to throttle a stranger if given motive. Taking one more step I fall, snowflakes make their way in, melting as soon as they. Alright, I will tell you when to turn" Thank you, it helps" The next turn is the one we want. This one, this one, here, HERE" Max shouts as the van skids to a halt."Take it slower and you won't miss the next one"Following the directions through the backstreets, concentrating on every corner, they didn't notice the scooter closely following their every turn.Sitting in a black van, the call Dan has been waiting for finally came."They are turning into the estate now," the mystery voice.