She stared at me, the eye contact making me hotter than any touch could. She stared at me with a fierce longing, ordering me silently to bring her to ...he sweet edge of release. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Make me cum for you, please.” Her voice took on a higher pitch as she moaned her pleasure to the ceiling. She kept pulling my head toward her, making it harder to breathe but she was close so I could hold it together until then. “I love it when you finger-fuck me, Krista. I love hearing you. “No grown man ought to have to do this,” I said, “Alone.” Papa hadn’t moved. As if something was guiding my hand, I reached out and placed my hand right on top of the bulge in his crotch. He batted my hand away instantly. Again, I placed it back, firmly this time. Our eyes met. His glazed stare was a look of utter shame. I thought he might even begin to cry. I didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling. The world seemed to stop. Even the crickets chirping outside seemed to hold their. "Thanks," she said. "You're so sweet." Not really," I replied with a slight grin. "I have my moments though." Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me after the game?" she whispered as her hand ran over my chest."Maybe," I replied. "Do you think it's working?"She just smiled and turned back to the game as the second period started. I stood close behind her and put my hands on her hips. She pressed her ass into me and wiggled slightly. My cock quickly stirred and I reached. "You know how I am about dogs. I hate them, Ron."I feared them more, especially males who could threaten me with that thing between their legs. I put my hand to my mouth, momentarily reliving that night, flashing back to the horror. But I was not tied up. My behind was not elevated on pillows. I was not naked and spread with peanut butter in my genitals.Angry, I sat down at the table and eyed the dog. I couldn't touch him. I wouldn't touch him. I hadn't touched a dog since that night, nor would.