. Powers, Gerard Powers, I think."Michael turned back to his computer and started typing."What are you doing?" I'm Googling him." What?" Wow, look at ...hat. There's a ton of stuff on this guy."Jen's disbelief of what her husband was doing was replaced by curiosity as she began reading all the hits. Gerard was a very successful business man, and owned substantial interests all over the world.There were a number of pictures of Gerard, and Michael noticed that Jen lingered over those. Gerard Powers. The two outside doors had six locks on them. There were booby traps outside the house. The cabin had a basement that’s were he would keep her. He put a bed down there with restraints. A bathroom. Which had no walls. It was one constant room. He had six hidden cameras. A open closet with some clothes for her.The night came when he was going to grab her. He knew she would be home alone tonight. He sat outside her house and watched as the lights went out. He waited an hour to make sure she was. Then he closed it, and remained mute. Fran looked at him, and her face showed only confusion. At length, he opened his mouth again, and finally spoke."Maybe you're right. Maybe they are on drugs."The pan of eggs sat over ashes, its contents uneaten, and grown dry and cool as time had passed.The interrogation had been unrelenting for a full hour. The kids had sat, helplessly, unable to answer questions."Was it acid?" asked Jack, at one point. "Did you take LSD?" No," they groaned, again. One of her legs is hitched up as she sleeps on her dad’s bed. He puts his head between her barely parted thighs and carefully licks his daughter’s delicious pussy. She’s already wet with one stroke of his tongue, as if her sleeping cunt wakes before she does. Her softness is delectable, her inner labia delicate yet substantial, clit hardening beneath his mouth.Abby slowly wakes up, and when she realizes what’s happening, her legs open for him, fingers braiding into his hair. She hums and moans.