I was in heaven. A very blissful, spaced out, floating on clouds heaven. How could getting filled and coated with so much male jism feel so damn good?...I was not even over this experience, and already I was craving it’s repeat. I already wanted more. But then, as the men moved away, I was in for yet another shock. They brought my father over and made him clean me up with his tongue. I was so drained of energy and emotional strength, I didn’t even object. His eyes were downcast, refusing to even. We met at the airport and boarded the plane together. We were in First Class, but because we had made last minute arrangements our seats were not together. Beckey was very persuasive however, and convinced a man to change seats with her. I debated whether to tell her what I knew about the cocaine. If she knew I knew, would that allow her to be honest and tell me everything, or would I just be signing my own death warrant. I felt that at some point I would probably tell her, but. ” I said glaring at her. I looked back at him. “Do you understand me?” I asked again forcefully.“Ye….Yes sir.” He stammered timidly again looking to the floor.“Marion take your clothes off and lie on the bed.”“Daddy I can’t you….”“Don’t fucking argue with me.” I interrupted, “Strip now. And you as well you fucking wimp.”The look in their eyes was a mixture of confusion and fright. Marion stood up and with her back to me stripped naked. Then she sat on the end of the bed trying to cover her tits. "It's worked for us." Ryan gave a half-smile and shook her head. Lara and her father were barely civil to each other. "You know what I mean. You won't see Trout, either. Aren't you—I don't know—worried about it?" "A little, maybe." Lara sat on her bed. "I'll miss him, sure. And he'll miss me if he knows what's good for him." That got a laugh out of Ryan. "I'm sure he will; he's a bright guy." She quieted again. "This whole thing is just weird for me." "Well, I did say before, it's really cute.