Today she was focusing on Bobby’s bulbous cock head. Swelled with blood, it looked like a giant, purple mushroom. She entertained herself by getting...her cigarette glowing hot, and then extinguishing it on the base of the head of his member, which Bobby had ironically just learned in his human biology class was called the corona. However, while repeated shrieking and writhing in pain, the irony was lost on him. ?Oh Bobby,? Inga said in a thick accent, ?your just too much fun. What would I do. " Her other gloved hand jerked forward to slap Jennifer's stretched flesh. "Yes indeed. A fine pair of hooters." Jennifer couldn't believe it. How could Robert tell her? The crop became a blur as it smacked Jennifer's crotch. "I've always wanted to try being the master, but Robert never lets me." Smack, this time on her ass. "But this is almost better." Smack, smack across her breasts. "Much better." Smack smack smack smack. "Oh, I like it when you moan and groan. Is that what I sound like? No. He knew right from wrong. And she had come to him as a friend. She had needed a new best friend, so she had put her total trust in him to get her over this stage in her life. He wanted to humiliate her--to use her--to take her against her will. To rape her.At around 3:00 AM, he slowly climbed out of bed. He knew his own house intimately. He made his way into her room in the darkness.He heard her stir in bed as he climbed on top of her.She shrieked as he pulled the blankets away, revealing her. She never said or did anything to stop me either.Ashamed, I had run out of her room and into my bedroom. I was sure that I had destroyed our relationship together now. In the morning she asked me why I had stopped. She had been willing to let me 'have' her.The following weekend she had some friends from school stay. It ended up being a well planned 'fuck dad weekend'. They had schemed and planned out all the things that had happened right up until Teresa had told me she loved me. That had.