That was really your first time?" Heasked. I nodded. "Well, you took to sucking my dick like a two dollarwhore, and that boypussy was tight and hot... But you sure ain't a virginanymore, whiteboy." He laughed and walked to the bathroom. I heard thewater running. I followed him to the bathroom, embarrassed now by what wehad done. Jesus! I had let this guy fuck me six ways from Sunday! Icould feel myself turning red. I stepped into the bathroom and the sightof him changed my thinking. . Scar had taken me under his wing, and he was teaching me to use a knife. He was teaching me close in knife work, very personal fighting. I argued that I wouldn't fight like that, but Scar told me that with my beauty, my utter desirability, I needed to know how to fight dirty, as a last resort for personal defence. I hit him for that, but he just laughed. So he taught me unarmed combat, how to use someone's strength against them, and how to finish someone off with a knife. I found that my inner. He had to be as gentle as possible. Pressing into her capping wall again, he retreated back out. His body tensed harder and harder with each movement as he fought with all his physical strength to hold in his cum. His eyes closed as tightly as they could. His breathing beat hard from his mouth. David thrust his hips as gently as he could into his daughter over and over and over again. He was surprised at how long he was holding back. He forced his mind on anything but what was happening. He had. And you will, unless you do something for me. Do it right now," she told me.I asked her what--no I begged to her to tell me what I could do to avoid being exposed. I'd do anything. Apologies and pleas for forgiveness tumbled from my mouth again, but she just ignored me. She demanded that I show her what I did, show her how I made myself cum with her panties. It was a humiliating idea, to be observed doing my perverse little ritual, but I would have done anything then if I thought I could save.