" Daddy still had me by the hair as he pulled me off of his cock, my mouth still hung open in hopes of him pushing me back down on his throbbing membe.... But instead he let go of my hair and pointed to the floor. I followed his gesture and positioned myself in front of him, my knees on the floor, mouth still open. "Close that dick sucker, bitch. You think you deserve this?" He said as he started to stroke his cock. I closed my mouth just as he told me and sat there, staring into his eyes. "You. " He nodded to her curtly and walked away.Sophie started to cry. I said, "My statement remains, you will not be coming with us to New Zealand."She moaned, "He walked away from me. No man does that."I responded, "I can think of two more, my husband, David, and brother in-law, Jacob. There are many others. I am one who can resist you, too. Good luck." I left her there with tears streaming down her face.I found David and George together. "David, we will be one less on the flight to New. I’m doing all this to myself. My son is not controlling my mind. My son is NOT controlling my mind. She twirled a lock of hair around her fingertip and stared at the ceiling uncertainly. ‘Fuck I’ve got to get that letter!’ Things didn’t quite go to plan. She took a shower but when she emerged from her room five minutes later she was still naked. She wasn’t concerned that her son might see her because she’d heard him go out earlier that morning. But she couldn’t find anything to wear. And it. She slides her middle finger in, with ease; this isn’t her first masturbation, nor her last but she has never felt herself so hot before, even with a man, a resistance for so long must have heightened the intensity for her. She is so ready, one... ...finger isn’t close to being enough, she adds another finger and penetrates herself, in and out, feeling inside herself every time, finding new areas to explore, tease and caress, longing for the sensation and stimulation she feels from.