Uncle Bob wouldspend many hours editing the tapes and producing pretty good quality porn filmsfor him and for swapping with or selling to his friends....Usually of course Iwas too busy to actually see much of the films, my head was often buried insomeone?s lap, or I was lap dancing with some creepy guy, or I had my eyesclosed while some pervert humped me. The lastscene in all the film versions was of course the moment when Daddy shot hisload into my trapped, raped, little girl?s pussy ? with my. He also told me that he thought I had a nice penis, but that I never deserved to have one that nice. He was pleased that my penis would be severely scarred in places, as a testament to his wants and needs. Despite the lacerations to my penis, his tone turned me on. He began to whip my penis 25 more times. Each time he struck, I felt pain wither throughout my body. In my mind, I begged for him to stop. Tears streamed down from my eyes to my ears. When he finally completed his last strike, he. He was the first one to pump my pussy full of cum and he was the first one to pound me hard. This was a good thing because with as hard as he was going my pussy had already been fucked four times and I needed the hard pounding just to feel him. It worked for both of us I came and he pumped another big load into my used up pussy. As I had finished cumming for the God knows how many times tonight I caught Jeff out of the corner of my eye. He was the only one that had only come once. He walks. I nodded my head as I stood up."We're going to have to figure out who gets to keep what, as both of youfeel you own all of your old things," said Dad. "I think you'll get theeCom though, until we can get another one. I don't want you being outwithout a way to get a hold of you." Dad, I can take care of myself," I protested."It's not that I don't trust you. It's that I don't trust the otherpeople out there. It's not always safe for a young woman. Especiallywith all these Morfs, thinking they can.