I sat in the front seat with Mrs. Connor for the ride over to my house, answering her questions with short replies of my own. Brenda was barely civil ...nswering her mother's questions, and finally told her she didn't wish to talk about it. It, in this instance, apparently meant everything.I didn't go to any more tennis sessions with Brenda for the rest of that week. I half expected her to phone me or else see me at the club, but I felt that she was the one that had gotten angry at me when I. The audience was abuzz, for now would come the final and deciding event."Throw in the towel, Kristy," prodded Shari, "you can't beat me."Kristy's anger flared, but her adrenaline was exhausted and she had nothing left to call upon. Wearily she staggered to her feet, desperate to win this one final contest and have Victoria claim her once again. She swayed from weakness and pain. The bleeding continued as did the cramps, dizziness now adding to her handicap and making it hard to stand erect."My. Ingram sat rigid, staring back as if caught in her headlights. Maureen tilted her head and sniffed the air. She looked left, then right and finally front. She lifted an eyebrow in recognition of a familiar scent. She leaned forward and resumed her crawl into the space between Mr. Ingram’s legs. She sniffed his calves and inner thighs as she proceeded higher. She purred when she nuzzled Mr. Ingram’s flaccid penis. Maureen tentatively poked her tongue out and tipped the crown. It bobbed. She. Faye asked in a disgusted tone.“Yes, Mrs. Faye,” I moaned, my cunt clenching. “Because I'm a slut who can't think about anything but fucking her father.”I gasped as I said that out loud. And then understanding flashed through me. Daddy was controlling us. He was using the device to make this all happen. This wave of horny heat wiggled through me. I groaned, my pussy getting hotter.“Spank me for being a naughty slut, Mrs. Faye!” I moaned, so eager for this now. Just the way a dirty whore should.