Oh, God ... She’s going to die! My own death never really registered. Only my daughter’s. I was crushed by the understanding. The whole universe w...uld be mourning her loss.My phone was in my hand, but the cell towers were jammed. I couldn’t make a call to her. I rushed down the street. I’d walked to work that morning, I had no vehicle to drive the almost three miles to her house. Cars were flying by chaotically, none stopped when I tried to flag them down. People were collapsed on sidewalks,. After fucking her vehemently on top of me, I moved her in missionary position to enjoy looking at her face and see in her eyes as I drilled her deeper and harder. With her legs on my shoulders, I entered her ass for the third round of fucking and pounding. Dianna screamed wildly, making me fuck her even more wild and a****listic. The warmth in her ass oven, made me bang her faster and faster as she held her own cock and masturbated with the same tempo and pace as I plugged her hole. Once again,. It was pretty hard and I knew it stung. She let out a small moan then relaxed her whole body. I began to spank her. Slow but hard, her body tensing with each stinging slap. When I stopped I rubbed my hand on her bare ass and her muscles relaxed once again. I pushed her higher on the bed. Placing a pillow under her hips and took out a strap she had in the bag. It looked painful. I reached back then held back a bit just to see how painful it was. When it hit her ass her whole body. Jen had made the break, she sold her assets, quit her job, and arranged for Dave to collect her from the local bus station, she stood waiting for him dressed as instructed in soft pumps, a light simple dress, no underwear, a wig, and cap and carrying only a small bag of personal effects, he had told her that he would be providing a suitable attire for her once she had arrived. Once back at the house Dave showed her to her cell, it was no more than that really, a single bed a small chest of.