"Open up bitch." Plunging his cock he pumped her face with a fury. Her spit flew while she gagged and coughed tears ran her dark mascara down her love...y face, leaving dark streams of makeup in their wake."Now this whore will say how much she hated this, but you know how much she loves to suck," the Preacher yelled out how he would get back at him. How he would rot in jail this time. After a short period, he stopped and crawled off the bed. James repositioned the cameras picked up a tube from. As he rubbed my panties, he leaned over and kissed me. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. "Here honey, rub Daddy's dick" he said.Little was said for a minute or more. We continued kissing and rubbing each other. Then he said "Daddy wants to see your clit honey". When he said this, I knew he wanted my panties off. I reached to pull them down, but he was already working on the problem. Before I knew it, he had my panties off and was stroking my little clitty furiously. He. I don't know what happened, or even what's wrong, if it weren't for the sound of her voice I might have given up wondering or even caring a long time ago. Time for me has no meaning, it's become eternal, a prison in a black void that occasionally is softened by the sound of her voice, that sweet melodic sexy sounding voice. And it matters not to me what she even looks like, even if I could see her. It is simply the sound of her that pierces the darkness of my despair."And how are we this. Doreen Randewick, a retired spinster doctor had seen Trish climb into a horribly dirty van and thought that was strange, knowing the sweet child always waited in the bus shelter in bad weather for her self employed IT specialist father at the corner on his was back from his regular gym workout at the leisure centre. Miss Randi as she was secretly known at the local surgery now working part time as a nursing assistant, was, in a part crouch squat position at the precise moment Trish ascended the.