Her breasts were close to the same color, nipples swollen to several times their usual size. Her sex was almost literally on fire, her entrance an ang...y red blossom amidst a field of darker purple, and her labia and clitoris a perilously swollen terrain.She closed her eyes again.I wonder if the damage might be permanent. Well, what difference does it make? I’m never leaving. It’s not like they’re going to stop whipping me, and unsightly bruises aren’t going to keep them from fucking me however. She silently slipped on to her knees and looped a finger into the sides of my shorts. I arched my buttocks off the chair and in an instant, she had my shorts and my drawers pulled past my knees.Jimmy was now in full view and there was no going back. Her eyes widened at the sight of my cock. She looked back over her shoulder at Greg and exclaimed, “He’s way bigger than you!”I looked at Greg and he simply head-nodded his approval of what was to become the best night of my life. I had never been. She invited me to tell stories. She invited me and Lyn for dinner, and before- and after-dinner wine, and more guitar music and stories. She invited us to stay the night in her king bed. Lyn declined, I accepted. Turns out, I did not use my little bedroom at Lyn’s very much. After Lyn left that night, Clarita snuggled up to me, sniffed me, and grimaced. ‘Oh boy, you smell like you been out in the sun too long. So do I. Let’s fix that.’ Clarita stood. She stripped off her tee, kicked off her. “Father here has been using you since the beginning.”Mother? Father?Grace looks up at Max. Tiffany can see her eyes shift from the man she has only known as Amber’s boyfriend to someone else in the room and back.“That’s why I have been feeding him only men,” Grace says. “But I still don’t understand how you think he can be your father.”Max is my brother? Then is that my father?The anticipation of possibly meeting her father pushes Tiffany to react. Without thinking of what danger could lie.