It hurts.”He stopped pulling and put just two fingers in, twisting and curling them inside me, feeling my insides, drawing out more of my juice, whi...h was quickly soaking his hand starting to run down my thighs.“What about that?” he asked.“No,” I replied absently. Suddenly my focus wasn’t on the too-young man probing at my pussy but on his father, who was picking up the phone and dialing three short numbers. An extension.“Morning Pete,” he said in his business voice. “Thank you, yes I’d like. One day I came home and found a bottle of vodka in the cabinet and thought I try a drink. I had four glasses of vodka with coke and took the last one up to my room, I sat on my bed and was listening to my music and started to feel really hot, not realizing I took my skirt off and my top including my bra, I was sitting there now with only my knickers on, these were that thin you could see everything under it but I did not think anything about it, I looked at my breasts and smiled because I. ." I whisper but it does no good. His finger is still in my ass and I instinctively push back against it, wanting more. "I have tried to care for you and pamper you, yet you continue to act like the slut you were when I found you! I will tease and fuck and pleasure my baby girl- but not some whore! You disobedient little bitch! Sit up." He slides his finger out if me and leaves an aching want in it's place. "I will not relish in this whore in front of me. This whore can do her job. Open your. ” “You know how impatient I am,” I said, going back to my food. We finished making light conversation, and I threw the dishes into the dishwasher before heading to our room. He climbed into bed next to me, and kissed me hard. His hands ran down my body, and he touched what was his. And only his. Soon though, my ass was going to be shared. Likely to be fucked by another man. We made slow passionate love that night. It wasn’t rough, it was perfect. It allowed me to feel every inch of him, to.