"I never knew it could feel like this."Nicole's son was clearly a master cocksman; using his incredible size as an instrument of feminine pleasure rat...er than a rough, self-indulgent battering ram. Though capable of causing a woman significant pain, he had clearly already learned the art of the bedroom well. He would press on, averting his own orgasm in order to prolong and intensify his mother's ecstasy, and to allow her to savour the singular pleasure of an extraordinarily well-endowed. As I just come out of the bathroom and was sitting on the bed with my robe hanging open, so my skimpy bikini panties were visible when my daddy came into my room. I was just embarrassed at first as I wrapped the thin robe around me, then I got worried when I saw his expression as his greedy stare slid over my body. He slowly approached me, and sank to the bed beside me. "You are turning into a beautiful, sexy young lady and Daddy wants to see how much you’ve grown Honey."Flattered by my daddy’s. " Let me guess, I am not what you were picturing?" Honestly, no," he said with a wry laugh. "Jonathan filled me in on some work he needed for a client, but didn't go into any details. I was expecting someone much older." I get that a lot. I would understand if you decided not to take the job, if you feel that uncomfortable." Hey, as long as your check clears, I don't care if you're a purple elephant, you know." A pragmatist, huh?" Nope, just a bit greedy."I am not sure if he was what I expected. I have watched witness after witness parade past me on the stand, each one with more evidence damning me. As I watch all those that I once counted on, testify against me, I come to recognize a feeling that I was not aware I possessed. As each of them tears me down in front of the jury, I feel hope slowly disappearing. It appeared as a faint glimmer that got dimmer and dimmer as the trial continued. That feeling vanished when I realized that everything I have ever loved has now turned against.