Which was sheer blind luck since he'd forgotten all aboutit..>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nor did he remember he had it as he and a handful of his fe...low studentstook their place in the simulator's replica of the Kobayashi Maru'sbridge and familiarized themselves with the controls. He recognized allthe cadets here, each at a station that befit his or her chosen field ofstudy.Sulu was the helmsman, Chekov controlling the ship's limited weaponsarray, Uhura at communication; and the haughty. .but the murder never happened... I was so thankful for it.Over time he'd stopped being so hateful and violence was rarer, but he had a taste for sadism and I had decided to comply because I didn't want to upset him. He still threatened to kill me when he wasn't happy. He read all sorts to me by candlelight-all the works of the Marquis De Sade were his favourite... he'd read Justine to me countless times and liked to emulate the actions within it, thankfully just him and no other men. I missed. I slid the photos out and my universe tilted again. There was a black and white photo of Tammy as young teen. In the picture, she was about Jennys age and the resemblance was stunning. She was sitting on a bed nude, sucking a mans cock. That man was Roberto or Robert as we called him. It was Tammys father! There were pictures of her in various sex positions with her father. Some of the pictures were much more recent. One in particular caught my attention. Tammys parents had a beach cabin and. Then he pushed his face between her legsand his tongue came out as she arched her back and pushed her hips out wanting his tongue to reach herclit as he pressed it against her pussy and tasted her. His hands moved up and spread her cheeks as histongue moved back out, he slowed and pushed his whole head forward, his tongue going inside her andmoving around in circles and the back around in the opposite direction, his nose pushing into herasshole and her juices dripping down his chin he wiggled.