At the same time the two men who were knelt on the bed either side of her holding her legs up and wide apart were fondling her breasts. Lara was begi...ning to lose it. What little dignity now she had left was beginning to evaporate. Her moans were growing louder and louder and she knew that the inevitability of orgasm was very close. There was not just a tongue paying attention to her pussy but there was also someone else’s fingers toying with her clitty. As her orgasm began she heard John. “Do I look like one of those fucking wenches?” His master was standing above him, her face in a tight, savage snarl. She was still beautiful despite the savage look – or, perhaps, because of it. Her hair was a dark brown, cut short into a curl around a face which was perhaps just a touch too round to be called a true oval. She had piercing brown eyes above a thin, slightly rounded nose and lips which were just a bit too wide and a bit too thin for her face. At five-four, she was short, but her. “Daddy?” she called to me in a little girl voice.I stopped and turned, “Yes Sweetheart?”“I love you. She whispered through her tears.Then I made the move where there was no turning back. My heart was overloaded with all the emotions I experiences at that moment. I returned to her and knelt. I threw my arms around her and hugged her close. I kissed her bare belly just above her panties and said, “Oh Kari, I love you so much.” I licked her belly once and she shuddered and hugged me closer.I got. That was the key. The dream. Something about the dream was important.She hadn’t thought about that dream before. Now she did, closing her eyes, trying to remember.A dark figure. Wearing a cloak. Turning to mist. The mist had streamed toward her.Like she had flowed towards Simmons when she attacked him.She blinked.“Chad!” she barked.Chad was there. He was holding a donut, of all things.“Who’s missing?” she asked.“Missing?”“When I got here I was in a line. I was supposed to check in,” said.