Payton looked down at her notepad."Mark ... I think I can understand why Sharon would do what you describe. It's a slightly unusual self-destructive b...havior, but that's what we often see happen with people that are coping with the loss of a loved one."It's called 'survivor's guilt.' They wonder why they deserve to still be alive when someone they loved so much is dead. When they can't consciously resolve that question for themselves, they subconsciously try to balance the scales by hurting. Seen that was the best night they had ever had at the box office.They told me that they were in this area at least twice a month and would love if I would come by when they were in the area. Lot’s of nasty things they could think of to do to me that would delight the viewers. I told them sure I would but not for two hundred dollars. Eva told Ben to tip me another two bills and he did. We exchanged phone numbers and I got up to leave.I looked at my blouse and skirt in the bucket and Eva. My father was standing there naked, his mouth open, his eyes bulging out as he stared at me huddled in the corner. His cock was hard and red, and pointed at me threateningly, like a gun.He got in the tub with me, the water flattening his hair and dropping down off his face. The drops bounced off his chest and shoulders as he moved against me in the corner. He grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my chest, holding them high above my head with one hand so he could stare at my naked. I gasped inwardly, shocked with delight, my cock rapid in its tumescent response. Alarmed, I hid my cock between my legs and hoped it would go down. A. just stayed there, as if he knew exactly and provocatively the effect he was having on me and was going to wait until I did what he wanted me to do. If I had behaved differently and if I had had the courage to do so I would have got out the bath licked his hot hole, soaped him and fucked him there on the edge of the bath, filled his gorgeous ass.