‘Taste your juices, my dear,’ she said, ‘you are excited, aren’t you, you slut?’ Without waiting for a response, she stepped back, drew back...her whip-arm, and brought the lash down across the woman’s lower back with a fearsome crack. The wet leather lash must, I knew from experience, have stung like hell, but drew only a sharp gasp from Celia, despite leaving an angry red welt across the breadth of her pale back. Involuntarily, my own juices started to well up as I watched, sensing Celia’s. I then recorded a message about two minutes long telling people who might be listening that there were survivors here and that other survivors were welcome to make contact. I listed my cellphone number as a way to reach us. I did not tell where exactly we were located. I wanted to meet first and then decide. I had five minutes left before the top of the hour so I waited. It played twice with a commercial in between. That would work. My phone rang.It was my wife. She had heard the message and. As a result, the teen had set herself up for further abuse by her father. Unbeknown to Evelyn, after that day, anytime her husband thought he had enough time and he and Vicki were home alone, he would force the teen to undress while he watched. Then after getting naked himself, he would force the nude teen on her bed where he would fuck his whimpering daughter to the point of ejaculation.“Take it like the little slut you are,” Randal grunted out, while he was ejaculating his hot male cum into. Betty wasn’t usually around for the holidays, and Angela would often be here closer to dinner. Them being here so early could mean only one thing, mom had enlisted their help in grilling the girls.Heather finished her coffee and was going for a run, just as Connie and Sue walked into the kitchen. I heard Heather whisper “Good Luck” to Connie and Sue as she walked out.“Jay, I thought you’d be visiting Bullet this morning,” asked Angela.“Oh, I’ll probably take the girls later to visit him. Is my.