He’d committed a crime but was it justifiable before a judge and jury? He couldn’t take that chance. He took the knife apart and threw each of the...pieces in separate directions. The blade in a lake and the handles in different garbage cans. He had successfully done what he had come there to do and now he had to live with it. It wasn’t a crime against society, it was a crime for it. He had fought back for someone who couldn’t fight for himself. He had won that fight and now he might pay for it.. When I woke the next morning Daddy was sitting beside my bed in a chair he had pulled over from my dressing table. Suddenly I remembered our going out for my birthday, th e nice dinner, the show and the dance club. I shivered as again my tummy flopped inside me and I got really wet, you know, down there. I was ashamed of feeling what I was, but I looked straight into his ever loving eyes. “Morning Daddy,” I croaked out sleepily, “what time is it?” He smiled and slid his hand over to cover mine. “What was what?” “The kiss you gave me after we exchanged vows. Are you shy about showing your affections?”“Something like that,” he replied. “Well then. I just hope you’re not shy with me in the bedroom,” she said in a low voice as she looped her arm through his. Trish overheard her and made a face. Ugh, just the thought of Steven touching her mother repulsed her. She hoped she wouldn’t be hearing anything coming from their bedroom. She secretly wished Steven didn’t have to fuck her mom at all. There must have been a queue of guys because I didn’t even get to close the hatch when a tanned cock entered the hole and I heard a familiar voice “Suck me good like yesterday baby” ..”FUCK IT WAS THE INDIAN GUY!” I panicked and went to close the hatch but I stopped myself and remembered that I had a personal goal of making $400 tonight so I needed to literally suck it up and get on with it, so I composed myself and took the foreign cock into my mouth and started my routine forward and back no.