She loved this. Being Daddy’s late night snack. It made her feel so warm. So womanly. So needed.Daddy was inspired by Abbey’s nastiness. He grabbe... her head and started pushing her down deeper. She gagged. He didn’t let up.“Good girl, baby,” he murmured. “Suck Daddy. Suck your Daddy’s dick. Slut. Daddy’s suckslut. Take my cock, babygirl. Take this fucking dick.”Her eyes teared. She loved it. I am a slut, she thought. I’m a whore. Daddy’s whore. Her throat gurgled as Daddy’s meat slid down. An odd number for a family. Perhaps there are more inside?These are two men and three women?One man has two wives? He must be a mighty hunter.It could be five men, a war party? Advance scouts?What are they doing? One is coming my way.Oh, gathering grass for the animals. No. Not for the animals.This one is very tall, this must be a man. He is not as tall as two of the others. The two short ones must be women. Three men and two women? That would be strange. Three tall men and two short men? I. ”Regan had aged well. She was in her mid-forties, still lean and pretty.“Johanna and I are in town for a few days, reminiscing,” said Mom. She looked up and down the single street. “Everything seems much the same.”“A few changes in the faces,” said Regan, regaining her composure.“Is there a place we could sit down and have a coffee?” asked Mom. Regan looked surprised, so Mom went on. “I would love to talk to you.”“Sure, sure,” said Regan. “Not much by way of restaurants here, but you’re welcome. It must be getting dark, she thought to herself. Then she listened to the distant muffled conversations of people talking and laughing near by. They must be in hall she thought. The noises got louder and suddenly they erupted as the doors to the courtyard were thrown open and the noisy crowd filled the space.She felt hands all over her. Pinching and pulling. Some were exploring, some wanted to hurt her. They weren't all men. The shock and panic of being held naked and surrounded, of not being.