"You know what to do." She whispered.I got down on my knees and gazed at her "cock". It was pinkish, probably a 9-incher, and about as big around as a...50 cent piece. Then I remembered her technique and began to lick the shaft up and down. I had a neutral taste and felt a little too rubbery-firm but not all that artificial. I stroked the shaft and moved my mouth up and over the head. I did a little back and forth with my mouth when I felt some pressure on the back of my head. She had moved her. Don’t get me wrong, his charms failed to sway me. I did everything I could to get him to see the error of his ways but things came to a head at the end of one Friday meeting. I’d been briefing the troop on a night hike we were going to take part in on the Saturday evening. I expected the Patrol Leaders to take notes and act responsibly. As usual Steve was laughing and joking, making silly comments and generally larking around. “Steve, I hope you have been paying attention to the briefing as. ” The pain eased as sucked in fresh air, I looked at her angry at myself for not being more careful.“They’ll catch you and put your ass in jail!” She screamed at me. I could see there was fight left in this cat. I kicked her again, slamming my booted foot into her perky right boob this time. She curled up in a ball, crying and carrying on, “You ain’t got the right.”“Sure, I have the right. You see cunt, I make my own rights. Cops don’t care about lawn jockeys or their monkey daughters.”“You. .and again the beltfell....his lust seemed to give him strength and the blows were harderthis time...he reached down and tucked the cutoff jean jacket underitself close to my shoulders and began whipping my back, ohhh Daddyplease please please....The tears came flowing from me as I tried not to scream telling myself'don't say it trisha, don't say the word, don't say it!!" Then he was infront of me...I tasted a tear that rolled down onto my lips, then...then i tastedmyself, on him, on Daddy's.