Actually, that is not fair. Jeff showed appreciation for my body and what I did with it, but that is all he did. He didn't take it any further. The ba...tard.It was bad enough when he was just hanging out. On a few occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard. You slowly unwrap the shoes, touchingevery inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into myflesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in thedeepest pit of hell. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had beenwarned this would happen. No good things would come of my affairswith the great angels, so close to god. God told me this, but I could notresist their affection, now I was in the deepest affection, of the most poisonous,foul. But from the outside of the tunnel, getting access to it required the pressing of a button hidden near the doorways, giving about five seconds to open the door before the electronic locks reactivated.In the Main House's basement, the rack that held the pool cues was moved to be beside the doorway, and the button built into the underside of one of the rack's brackets. It was at waist height, so easy to press but out of sight unless someone was crawling on the floor. Dad even put three fake. I got to see her everyday. Every lesson my cock would be rock hard and she'd have a different sexy outfit that was always tight to her curves. As soon as I got home I would run upstairs, lock the bathroom door and bust one out to her. My progress in English was shit because of this. However, in year 11 it all got interesting. The final year of high school. I began to notice that she started being more flirty and friendly with me . One time she was at her desk in a tight dress with stockings and.