It seemed like I didn't have a care for money at all, but in the back of my mind, I was counting billions while messing with thousands. It would be li...e having a fifteen hundred-dollar house payment coming up at the end of the month and you buying a pack of gum at the gas station. I spent a lot by most standards, but I was responsible for it all.I asked Marshal if he had any ideas about what he wanted to do with the money. He said, "Britt, your sales methods earned me a lot of extra money and. I didn’tmean it. Where are we going,” she said withapprehension, figuring she was going to have to haveMom clean up her dress and endure a sharp dressingdown.Mom pushed the bathroom door open, noticed that it wasempty and then told her daughter: “Young lady, I havehad enough of you. It’s bad enough the way you act inthe privacy of our home, but now you are shaming us,and yourself, in public. And I intend to put an end toit right now!”“Whaddaya mean,”. With his lips and tongues feasting on my breasts, I kept my bums still (which I do even these days) taking it all in. As I groaned and moaned on my dad’s linguistic skills on my nipples and the areola around it, he kept on doing it more and more fervently. And at times I would gyrate my hips to remind myself that we are still connected across our hips…Blowjob on my dad: “Dad..?” I called him. Letting go off my nipple that he had in his mouth then, my dad responded, “Yes, munchkin!” he said. It will do... this time.”I barely keep myself from asking what he means by that. He pinches my nipple through my bra so roughly that it almost hurts, and suddenly pulls me backwards with his arm. I stagger half against him and catch myself against the handrail. We're backed up into the corner of the cabin.The cabin softly jerks to a halt. The bell chimes. Both sets of doors slide open. Three people enter the elevator. I see their pale faces at the edge of my vision because I don't dare to look.