Her ass still throbbing from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and ag...in and again ... she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her. “I chickened out. I did dress up and we did go out for a few drinks, but I simply refused to go there. We did, however, go up to the reservoir late that night to see the submarine races. My God, I haven’t done that since I was your age!”Heather laughed at this. Innocent that she was, even she knew this was slang for going parking up at the lake. “See any periscopes?” she asked.“Just one, but I saw it several times,” replied her laughing friend. “Now, what about you? How was your date. I had to have him properly. I pulled away from him, turned around and told him to lie on the bed. Finally, I could see just how big he really was; at least nine inches, wet and glistening with my juices.I knew he was big, but wow he looked so huge, laying there showing me his beautiful cock. I know it’s crazy, but seeing that thing sticking out the leg of the French knickers, framed by the suspenders and stockings made him look even sexier.I hitched up my nightie, exposing my fanny, letting him. Kevin spent a lot of time trying to talk to the right people, or trying to be taken seriously. He insisted that he had no idea what this "crest" was, or why he was being targeted. He was just a graduate student after all, what could he possible have that someone else would want? The fact that it was signed "Flame Mage" actually helped the police believe him, since it clearly indicated that the captor was insane.By the time eight o'clock came around, Kevin was riding in the back of a police car.