First, my dad died two years ago, and two, he never abused me or took advantage of me in any way. You have to promise, no judgment." I promise, no jud...ment," I replied.Crystal began relaying the tale of her young life."So my mother left when I was eight, and my dad raised me. Daddy worked really hard to support us and held down two jobs during the week. Every weekend he would spend every waking moment with me. Really, my dad was my hero. He brought me up to be an outdoor person. We spent the. He helped me over to the sink and held me while I sipped the water from the cold tap. It wasn’t really helping. I was so thirsty. And hot. God it was fucking hot. ‘I’m too warm,’ I slurred to this strange guy. Even as I said it, I was trying to undress myself, anything to cool me down. Why was I even telling him? For all I knew he could be a rapist! But I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t even know where I was. I could hear loud music and drunken chatter mixed in. But it all sounded like it was. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" she shrieked as she tried to close her robe, though she fumbled with a heavy towel in her hand."I'm sorry, baby; didn't mean to scare you. I want to have a little talk with you," Ray answered."O.K." she said, "Just let me get dressed."Ray came back, "That's O.K. It won't take long. And you've got nothin' I haven't seen before... though your ass looks a lot better now than when you were young. C'mere and sit next to me."Maria tentatively walked over to the bed. ” “No thanks, I seem to have enough dirty habits at the moment.” Deena was damn right. Deena’s Story There was a brief period just after I found out about Toby’s cuckold fantasy when I used to whisper stories to him while we made love. They usually consisted of me getting fucked by a black man. Never once did I mention an Albanian porn baron. None of these stories ever tuned me on. While I endured this nightmare, I suppose Toby’s dream has come true. In an effort to ignore the degrading.