The Cops didn’t beat her or torture her, but they kept the bright lights on and kept interrogating her. She felt tired and exhausted, helpless and a...gry. Yet she held on, someone had rescued her from the dungeon and that was not a dream.Suddenly there was loud arguing and an audible commotion outside her cell. She got up from the plastic cube, that was the only furnishing in the cell and just long and wide enough to lie down. With two steps she was at the force field curtain that separated her. About eight-thirty, I took her up to get to bed.“I’m sorry, David,” she told me as I was tucking her into bed. “I’ve never gotten to be happy for long before something made it unhappy again. Like today, sometimes I make it that way. I can’t promise I won’t do it again tomorrow, but I will try to behave. Please don’t send me away.”I pulled her up into my arms to hold her and let her cry.Once I tucked her back into bed, I told her, “I never said I would send anyone away, but you are free to leave. “What did you say to me?” he growled. “I--” “The fuck did I tell you?” he said, shaking him. He leaned in, his hot, smelly breath moistening the tip of Carson’s nose. “You don’t tell Daddy what to do.” Before Carson could even breathe, Mr. Armisen lifted him up and flipped him over his lap, slamming down an open hand on his buttocks. SMACK. Carson’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. “Did that hurt?” he asked, feigning concern. Carson’s eyes watered, his ass stinging with white-hot. She was agonized by the tickle of belly. I went down licking and reached her toes. I started going back kissing her legs, thighs. Raised her petticoat and kissed her thighs and started my prime journey towards the treasure of cunt. She was again jolted and raised and turned me down and started kissing me from top to bottom. I removed my pants and briefs and stood naked before her. She was very shy to look at my nudeness in fade lights. When she was probing to touch my pennies, I voluntarily.