What I hadn't realized was that things were going to change again for me. I was often reminded that I lacked self-discipline, as if this was something...we were all born with and grow to become. I also lacked parental attention and direction I thought but much, much later in life. However, as a 12 year old, the problem was me, not the way in which I was raised. I rebelled as best as a preteen can rebel, throwing tantrums, doing poorly in school, getting caught with my first cigarettes."This can't. " He ordered. Stacey gasped with relief as the cock popped from her hole. She was ordered onto her knees the Boss groping her fleshy butt as he pulled her into position." That's it like a dog, bend over more honey." She yelped as his cock slid back into the slimy shit hole. "Uuuuug, ug, ug, awwww, aww, awwwww" He began to fuck her fast and hard his grunting almost as load as her wails. "Ugh, ugh aww eieeeee, eieeeeeeeeee!" The bed was shaking as was Stacey her thighs quivering her hair now. She gets three inches inside her this time, then stops. She keeps her father's cock in her mouth for about ten seconds, then starts gagging again and leans back. She keeps doing this over and over again for the next ten minutes, then suddenly crawls over to the middle of the living room and gets on her hands and knees. She swishes her long blonde hair away from her face, then looks over at her father and says "Daddy, please come over here and fuck me doggie style! It would make me happy if you. "She saw nothing for that many people this late."But she told me she called it in. It should either be under my name, hername, which is Helen Trent, or the Liberty. And this is the address shegave us. French cuisine, right? We're all dying to try French cuisine."Sharon flashed her most winning smile."Well, we're not a French Restaurant. We're mostly Northern Italian..."There were some groans from the back."No, no, not Italian," Sharon said. "Northern Italian is very different -no heavy tomato.