When I was a few years old, her discontent started to grow, but it wasn't because of me (I was still the nurse's responsibility), it wasn't because of...money; it was because Daddy's formerly harmless kinks started getting serious. From the beginning of their marriage, every so often he would ask her to ride him, or to fuck her doggy-style, or get her to suck his dick (never 'till he ejaculated), but usually it was just little deviations from the typical, kiss-fondle-missionary fuck pattern. We laughed as she sounded disappointed with that statement. I couldn’t believe how fast the week had gone from my last session as I once again pulled up outside the house. John opened the door and welcomed me in telling me to take a seat. ‘Hello Kate it’s great to see you again. How are you feeling?’ he said. ‘I’m good thanks John.’ I said feeling less nervous than the previous week. ‘How is the smoking going?’ he said taking notes. ‘I’m down to 5 or 6 cigarettes a day, but weekends I’m still. He was in incredible shape and when his shorts hit the floor they revealed a porn star quality cock. He was completely shaved smooth and probably the most masculine man I had ever seen. He walked up to me, slid a hand behind my head and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue washed deep in my mouth as his other hand reached around to squeeze my ass. As we stood there making out, I could feel his dick swelling and pushing against my inner thigh and balls. I wanted that cock in my mouth and I. " Yes of course," he said, "this is a Rape school after all. How else can you learn to survive being raped if you don't practice?" What?" she said."I'll be showing you the right way to survive it," he said."What?" she said again."The trick is to make yourself valuable," he explained, "there're going to rape you anyway, nothing you or I can do about that." Oh," she whispered, her hot blood cooling now."During the Gulf war we had three women captured by the Arabs," he said, "and afterwards we.