He was a rapist, and now she knew why her Mom had left him. Her Mom had never told her the reason, but it was now clear to her. Somehow, her mother di...covered the truth about her father’s nature, and tried to get away from him, also fighting so hard for full custody to save her life. ‘Okay, okay, you’re right! He’s guilty, my Dad is guilty! He’s a rapist! I am the daughter of a rapist!’ she sobbed. Looking at the weeping teenage girl on the bed, tied to the posts, Smith for once felt some. It is what I was born to be. Greedy guys don't care if I cum, if I get hard, or even if I enjoy myself. Greedy guys hate condoms. They just want a warm hole to cum into. That's exactly what I want. My pleasure is his cum.I started working his semi-hard, cum-smelling cock. I could tell by my wonderful man's muffled groans that I was doing something right. He got hard after a couple of minutes, but I was happy to have to take the time. When he got hard, I pulled back to jerk his cock and admire. My shifts were long and tedious, a farcry from the more complex and technical work I had done at my assembly job where I had been a valued employee. As I walked I wondered idly if any of the turrets I had assembled had been used to defend the clinic, and if so, had they scored any hits on the insurgents? I hoped I had at least wounded one in revenge for the loss of my property and my current sorry situation. I had thought long and hard about trying to find a new job, about advancement or. He worked the local tin mines for his shift every night and always found time each morning to tend to all the needs of his small, but very prosperous farm. They were blessed by the birth of a sturdy son Jack, which showed every sign as he grew of being at least as good of a man and as highly regarded as his sire was. Good fortune was not to be theirs though, and a mining accident claimed the life of this good man, who stayed to help attempt the rescue of others rather than running away as some.