He finished his route to my chest and touched my nipple as if it was a button to an elevator. He pushed in hard and made my tit raise, and then let it...go. Those are fucking real. Yeah. He grabbed my face lightly. Hey, you even look a bit different. I jumped out of bed and turned around. I hopped up and down a bit and then smiled. Holy shit. You are fucking amazing. I mean you always were, but how in the hell did this happen. Your ass, those tits, and you look, well, younger. I reached under. He left me on the kitchen floor tied, gagged, used, and in the dark.The floor was cold, but I didn’t care since I was already feeling the alcohol and was feeling sooooo good from being used.Daddy Jake came back in what seemed like ½ hr. Turned on the lights. Picked me up, and carried me to dining room, where he bent me over the table and FUCKED me again. This time much harder. As he fucked me he kept saying “You’re so much better than my wife. Fucking dirty whore!”.Daddy Jake came again.He left. Mom looks at me and asks if I had a rough night.“I didn’t get much sleep,” I reply.“Everything OK?” she asks. I just nod my head.Just then, Kamal comes into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me. Mom asks him if he wants anything for breakfast and he says no. He continues to stare at me and tells her that he is late meeting his friends. I can’t look up at him. My face is so red and I can feel the heat of his stare. He grabs his bag and heads out the door.Mom tells me that she. Just don't go back into your shell."Suzie had a point. I could just go and have a drink with them, then go back home. Jeremy was always telling me to not stay cooped up when he wasn't there; that he wanted me to enjoy myself and have fun. Maybe I could go this time and show them all I wasn't as haughty as they thought I was.Yes, Jeremy. I'd give anything to change what happened last night. Maybe if I had been stronger, maybe if I hadn't gone to that first outing with my colleagues, maybe if I.