“The Sargeants,” I said. “El Jaleo and the portrait of Mrs. Gardner. I couldn’t stop looking.”“Sometimes when I look at portraits like tha...,” she said, meaning the Gardner, “I wonder how that person smelled when they were sitting for it.” I don’t know why I didn’t think this was an odd thing to say, but I didn’t.“Right. Daily hot showers were probably not part of the Gilded Age routine. But I’m sure the elegant Mrs. Gardner smelled like tea roses,” I said. “And persimmons.”She flicked me a. She shook her head before huffing, showing a little more of her spirit before snatching them. “I want you to convince your head coach that you want to wear these for the tournament.” Was his instructions, Becky was getting so far into anger and rage that she would do this, she would, but soon she would escape, she would figure out a way but having her body iced over, abused, groped, and damaged, perhaps even scarred, she was in no sane condition to plan her escape so she would just…. Go along. He smiled and was overjoyed to see how hungry she was to be filled as his cock strained in his pants to be released. He slowly inserted the forth finger into her and she grabbed his wrist and started fucking herself with it. His 20 year old daughter was horny as hell and he knew she loved this. He moved his mouth to her clit and flicked his tongue over it as she moaned and grabbed his head and pulled him harder into her. She cried out, “fuck me dad, give it to me, give it to your horny little. Alie was intensely curious about the ship she had seen crash so near her home but she was also nervous bordering on terrified. What if she found someone alive? What if it was a man? Mother had told her about men. Alie had been told by her mother when she was young that men beat and raped women, that they were cruel and heartless.She decided then and there, if she found a man alive in the crash, she would leave him to die so he could never hurt her. She had survived this long on her own, Alie.