It wasn’t much fun.”Cara softened. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we have now. I’m living a dream, Dad. You’ll never know ho... much I love you.”Pulling her ass and pressing her crotch against the bulge in my pants, I smiled. “I’m too horny to think about love, although I think I love you. It’s just, lack of blood in my brain makes it difficult to cogitate.”Cara laughed again. “In that case, maybe I can help.”“Help what?” Rachael asked.Damn!“Your grandfather’s feeling randy,” Cara. His day in the hospital has been long and tiring. All he wanted now is a glass of whiskey and a bed and fine, a woman to warm his bed. Dan Wildreese, a surgeon in his mid-thirties is currently contemplating whether to sleep in his car or actually find energy to crawl to his bed to sleep. “It’s not like I’ll get a good sleep here in my car, might as well drag my ass to my bed. Hopefully I’ll make it.” He thought. Out of the car he went. Sighing deeply he walked up the few stairs to his. ?Kannst du nicht tapfer sein?? meinte die Herrin streng. ? Frauen sind tapfer, und du musst es auch sein, wenn du Frauenkleidung tr?gst. Oder willst du einen Knebel??Er sch?ttelte hastig den Kopf. ?Bitte nicht,? flehte er, ?ich werde mich zusammenrei?en.??Nun gut! Dann sag, wie viel Schl?ge du verdient hast??Er dreht den Kopf zur Seite und sah sie ?ngstlich an. Z?gernd meinte er: ?Vielleicht zwanzig??Zu seiner ?berraschung war sie gleich einverstanden. Das war ungew?hnlich, denn sonst trieb sie. Her real father had died when she was a baby. Her stepfather was always accusing her of fucking them and of being a no-good tramp. This hurt her deeply, but, although she knew his accusations were untrue, her love for her stepfather never faltered. She had loved him as much as she had loved her mother, who never had an unkind word for anyone.On one particular night, she had planned to go to a movie with one of her boyfriends, whom she had known for only one week. Her father had voiced his usual.