At 7:35 I called and I asked Karen if she needed anything at the store. She said no, she was good, and I asked if Kelly wanted anything.“Ask her you...self, she’s right here.”“Hi, Josh,” Kelly said.“Hi,” I said. “I’m on the way home, do you want anything?”“Oh, cut the crap, Josh. I’m sitting here making out with your sister. I know you’re fucking her. Just get your ass over here or we’re going to start without you.”Then Karen was back on the line.“Josh…”“Yes…”“You were right.”“Right about. "Shut up, you little whore!" he bellowed, slapping me back and forth across the face. I tried to be quiet as I sobbed, tears running off the sides of my face. My innocence was being taken from me by the man who had raised me. Again, it wasn't long before he came. I could feel the powerful eruptions of his cum going deep into my vagina. But the aftermath would be different this time. He would not allow me to get myself cleaned up. In fact, he forced me to lay there as his seed dribbled out of. Suzanne was stunning, blond, tall and highly strung. She loved to party, to be the centre of attention, and I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She moved in with me a couple of months after we met, and it didn’t take me long to realise she had a serious drug problem, and that the highs were from cocaine and the lows were when she was coming down.’ Kissing the top of Froo’s head, he continued, ‘I tried to look after her, to keep her away from her friends that encouraged her, but when I. ’ The studio was down in the old part of town off of Harbor drive in a bunch of what appeared to be abandoned warehouses. I went into the office part and was greeted by a guy that looked to be a burnt out hippie. ‘Sara McFarland?’ he asked. ‘Great. I’m Clink Morgan. Go ahead and take your clothes off. We need to get the pressmarks out of your skin before we can start shooting. If you’re shy, I’ve got a clean sheet back there you can wrap up in till you’re ready. Meanwhile I’ll go start setting.