I took out the curling ironand applied glamourous bouncy curls all over my hair.I chose a black, backless dress that showed a large amount of cleavage...I wore four inch, strappy black heels. I think it was fairly obviouswhat my intentions were heading outside. I grabbed a shiny, silverclutch purse that I kept my make-up kit in, along with some money. Istrutted outside, the door, my ass gyrating back and forth naturally asI walked, my heels clacking. I took the subway downtown. Every singleeye. Oh god, I thought, it was all over. Mum and Phil were going to be arrested, I was going into care, and what about Beth, I thought desperately what could I do, what? I gripped the table so hard, my hand hurt. Tears started to form "please Miss Andrews, please don't say anything, it's all my fault, I started it all, please, please." The tears started to flow now. Quickly she pushed a box of tissues into my hand and walked towards the door. My heart hammered, who was she fetching, I thought, the. Phir wo ghumi and mujhe dhaka diya and bed pe lita diya and mere upar chaad k kiss karne lagi mera shirt ko utar diya ab m vavi ki blouse utara and dekh k pgal ho gya red colour ki bra daam sexyy yaar m tut pada pura jor jor.Se dabane laga wo bas moan kar rhi thi then maine unhe kadha kia and unki sari and petticoat utari thn bra utari and boobs ko suck karne laga unka nipple pura choclate colour ka tha…Pura bitee kar ra tha m jor jor se and ek hath se unki chut ko v rub kar raha thaThen maine. Once or twice a night my dad would take me aside and we'd strategize for Saturday. We decided that we would just share her all day, instead of splitting the day in half.Friday night, when my mom was occupied, he took me into their room. He opened up her underwear drawer and then sifted through it until he got to the lingerie at the bottom. We looked through it and discussed what we wanted to see her wear the next day.That night I laid in bed for hours, completely unable to fall asleep. I tossed.