Fuck me, the only person I can talk to about something like this is with him! What in the fuck have you done, Cully?" I have fucked myself, is what I'...e done. He was sitting there waiting on me. They set me up. A speed trap." But, wouldn't they have just conducted the affair without the speed trap? That would alert you to the affair. They wouldn't do that, right?" You got a point there, and a good one, I have to admit." Okay, calm down now, son. Eat something. Are you hungry? No. What time is. “Just let me GO, Daddy! I wanna have play time!” I thought to myself, annoyed. (Luckily, he missed the eye thing…)He let go and I calmed walked the rest of the way to the front door and opened it. Cindy stepped inside and happily threw her arms around me.“You look so pretty today, Cindy! Is that the new sundress that Erik bought you for Easter?” Daddy asked, sitting down on the couch. “Do a little spin for me”.She stopped hugging me and twirled around excitedly. It was thigh high, light purple. Slowly he moves his hand from behind my head. His hands trace the shape of my body and set on my hips, holding me for a moment as he pulls me gently but firmly to the edge of the bed. Donatello on his knees, me on the bed I gasp as I feel his finger slip inside me again. My pussy so wet his fingers slide with ease. As his tongue licks my clit my back arches, I feel a tingle of pleasure resonate throughout my body. A moan escapes me. He stops for a moment with a look of concern in his eyes.“Oh. That and a canned coke from the machine in the hallway was lunch for both of us.It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat quietly in the small jail house waiting room while they rounded up Gypsy Allen. When the jailer brought her in to us, he also brought a stack of paper for Simpson to sign. He signed for her since he was in charge. I smiled as I watched.While he signed I gave Gypsy a close look. She was trying her best to look innocent, but I wasn't.