She’d found time to iron out the wrinkles from the severe packing required for the motorcycle just before they needed to leave the hotel.After Dave,...Rose, Jim, and Blair had all met, they got into the SUV and Jim drove them to a mall where they went to a restaurant named Legal Seafood. It was a local chain with a superb reputation, and, of course, great seafood.They all got drinks and split a couple of shrimp cocktails. By then the small talk about Dave’s trip, the weather, the motorcycle, and. "Clean me with your tongue, bitch. You're gonna be my toilet paper. Wipe me clean.˝ he commanded, his imposing body alone being all the authority he needed. He obeyed the following order with much pleasure, using his tongue as a toilet paper, going deep inside Paul's asshole. He moaned in utter arousal, as he was aware he was an object in the eyes of this man. He hoped to please him. The city above was mostly unaware of the carnage in the subway, and what was worse, there were few people. " Came Deborah as she finally broke away."But mommy its ok. It felt so nice. Please don't stop." Came Allie pleading voice. But Deborah told her to lie back so she could continue to take pictures. Allie felt awful but obeyed.She spread her legs wide showing her pussy that now was soaked and open. Her little clit was poking out in excitement. Deborah shot a few pictures but couldn't stop looking at her daughter's obvious excitement. God how could she do this? Her body was again betraying her as. Most incest victims don’t recover as well as she did.”“Ed was the key,” I said.Doctor Mercer nodded, “Yes. You had a somewhat easier time, because you understood what you’d done wrong, and that helped you overcome being a victim.”“You know I disagree with you on that. I don’t see myself as a victim.”“And yet, you were. Of your mother, and to an extent, of your sister. But also of yourself. And the recognition of that last one - that you were a victim of your own actions, was YOUR key to.