Firstly her body had filled out but not busty like her sister. She was still slim with killer legs and bum, her bust was small about A/B I suppose, bu... as she doesn't own a bra, I just don't know.After she had introduced herself to me and we had chatted about her family and mine for some minutes. I learned that Susan had married a teacher and now had two kids. Anyway we agreed to meet up again and we swapped phone numbers. I didn't get around to ringing her before she rang me. We met the. He'd often jacked off to his porn videos, imagining the girl was her. He loved bondage and dominating, humiliating a fucktoy. Hearing his daughter call out what a dirty whore she was had been it for him. He was going to take her.She grabbed up her clothes anyway, and began pulling her shirt over her head, 'I'm really sorry dad I didnt know you were going to be-"His hand shot out and ripped the blouse away from her, "I said, dont put your clothes back on.' he said in a lethal voice."Why?" she. Although to a casual observer he appeared to be in good physical condition, he didn't look like what he was: a professional football player on the NFC-champion Chicago Bears.Earlier in the season, when Sammy Johnson had suffered a knee injury and was put out of action for the rest of the year, Ken had joined the team as a wide receiver on a trade from Atlanta. In the time he had been with the team his rôle had steadily increased in importance, although he was not yet Mike Cassidy's favorite. His fingers played with my nipples, tugging and tweaking the hardened nubs. They hurt and my ass burned with pain. "Play with your clit," he said. "It will help."At that point, I would do anything to lessen the pain, even play with myself for this bastard. I reached my hand down and attempted to tug on my collared cock. "Ouch!" I cried, as he viciously tweaked my nipples."Girls don't tug," he said. "Girls finger. Up and down and around and around in little circles."Evil bastard. He got off on.