I could here from her breathing she was struggling to cope with me, which kinda sent me wild. I reached forward, took hold of her hair and pulled her ...ead back and started to pound my cock into her. She started to say "fuck me, fuck me" over and over again, it seemed the harder I slammed into her the more she loved it. I went into overdrive and fucked her as hard as I could, she started to whimper again and I could feel her pussy muscles start to contract around my shaft. I pulled out a little. Texas Steel had the latest fabrication equipment, but it still took a day of CAD programming to get it set up to form the roll above the windows.Andy’s design called for plate from the floor past the ceiling curve. That curve had to be done by a roll forming machine. The plates were four foot by eight foot and a half inch thick - they were heavy. The lower plates were easy, with the holes to bolt it through the wall pre-cut with a plasma cutter. It was the upper plate that was two and a half. Bitter anger, hatred, sorrow, and fury flowed through Zoe like the raging waters of the high seas, crashing within her, unable to escape. Physically the powerful, erupting feelings within caused Zoe to grip her left arm with her right hand like a vice. Lost within herself and her emotions, Zoe could not feel the strength in which she grasped her arm. She could not feel her finger nails dig into her own flesh. She could not feel the blood begin to trickle down her arm. It took the raised voice. As soon as she would get used to one position, he moved her into a different one. She went from being on her knees to being lifted up with her back against his chest. He lifted her up and down as if she weighed nothing. He was then on his back, still lifting her up and down on his shaft. Next thing she knew, she was on her side with one foot at his shoulder. Finally, she was on her back, looking at her father’s face as he raped her. His face was malevolent but also happy. Seeing how much he was.