There was a lot of oohing and ahing, but I noticed that everybody thought I was a little crazy for spending that kind of money to rework a perfectly s...tisfactory gun. Oh, well, ignorance abounds!I spent the rest of the week haunting the saloons in Willow Run looking for Elliot. It got so that the bartenders just shook their head "no" as I started in the door. Then, on the following Saturday evening, I got lucky. As I walked in, the bartender pointed to the back of the room. There they were! But. You can't just be made a slave; it has to be a court order as punishment for a crime and the process should take more than a few days. You'd be right ... and wrong. It should take quite awhile and go through a whole lot of administrative hoops before it becomes effective; this time it didn't. Shit, the fact that they're filthy rich should have ensured them of a really long trial even if they'd murdered someone in cold blood in the central plaza in Old Dome. Come to think of it, murdering. I got up and started down the hall and it was coming from my fifteen year old daughters room. I slowly opened the door and room was dark except for light from the street light outside that was shining in on my daughter as she was in bed. She was naked i was shocked, but what shocked me more was that she was masturbating. I stood the in a daze and watched as she fingered and moaned. I dont know what came over me but next thing I knew I was moving towards the bed. When i got to the side of the. Gail was sweating, taking quick, deep breaths, her nose was running, and she was shaking, Back and forth I went, all around her clit, until her pleading became guttural demands. “Make me fucking cum! Make me fucking cum!” I ignored her and continued. When she couldn’t take any more and was swearing at me, I put the vibrator right on her swollen bud and slid a finger into her asshole. I tried to keep her near the edge as long as possible. After only a few minutes, however, Gail went over.