.. just two weeks after they killed my father." I'm sorry."She glared at me. "Don't jest, monsieur!" I mean it," I insisted with moral empathy, for I ...nderstood that she'd be upset having lost both of her parents. "I said that I'm sorry, and I am." But don't you realize who mother is? Even now?"I shook my head."Monsieur," she said. "I may be the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons, but my mother was his wife. She was Isabelle Douviere."Time stood still. "His wife?"I felt the spiders scurrying. I thought to text her and start my game.I texted her ‘Hi’ and to my surprise I got reply in fraction of seconds as if she is also waiting for my message. Then we continued texting for a week and everything was a usual chat. After a week, I thought to start the game as she became close to me and believed me completely. I started texting her admiring her beauty, the assets she have, etc., and she is replying in positive way. Since she has no BF yet, she started to get attracted to my texts.One. ” I managed to say, I had to attend the function and was important. He looked at me angrily for a while then said, “OK! Just come with me for a few minutes, as I wanted to show you something.”I again said I was getting late. He said, “I’m just asking for a few minutes, I’ll show you something and then you can leave.” Now I was finding very difficult to say no. He nearly dragged me again to the back side of the school. When I reached there, I panicked once again; two more guys were standing. He shoved half his hand into his daughter's tight cunt, his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. Heather's head thrashed back and forth against her father's broad chest, her breathing ragged."Come on, baby girl," he murmured against her damp hair. "You know what Daddy wants."He pressed his free hand against her lower abdomen just above her pubic bone. Heather grew rigid as she strained toward the next peak of the intense orgasm that continued to rock her petite, young body. Mack could feel.