" he responded. "Whatabout the robos?" Disabled, and jammer is activated in case they try to bring more.Let's go get her out of there, she's been here...long enough. Two, five,nine, stay here and cover this room." Yes sir." I watched three of the members move to watch a combinationof the entrances to the room and facing us.I sat down in front of the rest of the group 'of... what?' I askedmyself, 'Babies? Hostages?' Hostages were probably right and Inervously felt my watch on my wrist. I had been. His mouth is new, yet also oddly familiar. His hand gripping her sides feels a lot like her father’s hands. His eyes are darkened, but unsure, somehow innocent. Maybe it’s the blue of them. Rory pushes against him, more gently now, and he releases her.“What the hell?” she asks mildly.His head drops to rest on her shoulder. Shame comes off of him in waves. “Oh fuck, Mom. I’m sorry.”He’s older than me. Why the fuck is he acting like a kid? She sighs. “I’m not angry,” she tells him gently.Far. She was sleeping when he walked in and loosened the belt on his dirty jeans, dropping them down to the floor. He never wore anything under them and, being as drunk as he was, only cared about getting some tight virgin pussy. Without pretense or ceremony, he yanked off Taras bed covers and shook her to wake her up. The girl, who was used to her fathers foul moods that often ended in beatings, had learned the hard way not to fight or disagree with him so when he barked at her to get naked, she. He had ordered her to keep her hands where they were, above her head. He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed to earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher.She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat. He chuckled and gripped her leg tighter, making sure she was spread wide and at least.