The shock of my daughter's death still hadn't set in yet, but I knew it would. To die in a filthy hospital leaving her daughter must have been hard on...her. I remember how independent and proud she was when she turned 18. I still remember taking her out to celebrate her birthday and she got drunk on one mixed drink. We laughed about it for months afterwards. Sandra, this was the first time I had ever heard her name since she was born. I looked over at her, sound asleep with her head in her arms,. Jane began to eat my pussy and I came twice before Frank came in. I was surprised when instead of coming to my face he went around and got between my legs and lifted my knees up and spread my legs. I was pretty wet and he stuck two of his big fingers inside my pussy and proceeded to finger fuck me. I could feel him hit my hymen when he probed deeper into my pussy. He inserted three fingers and began stretching my pussy lips. It hurt because I had never had more than a couple of fingers from me. Father had questioned her when He returned fromwork. She was locked in her room, sobbing, the leather torn from her and herown feminine garments thrown at her.He had listened to her as she sobbed out lies,denials, and justifications. Left her with a face likethunder. The police were called. She was questioned again. A tall,thin man in a green leather uniform. Eyes bright,face impassive. The offence of course was not of assault on the maid, whosecondition was critical, it was far more serious.. You just rest now" She felt something jab into her leg and everything went black. When she awoke she found that she was bent over a bench. Her legs were pulled apart and tied to the legs of the bench.Her ass was up in the air. Her tits were over two holes in the bench and he had attached the usual clamps and weights. Her arms were tied to the front legs of the bench and she realised that she had nothing covering her face or in her mouth. As she started to shout he said" Go on, make as much.