A large balding police officer, with a thick mustache was standing in front of the Y entrance. The words "Officer Richard Parga," was across the botto... of the screen.The policeman talked in a slow Texas drawl. "We have searched the premises thoroughly. And I can say categorically, that nothing wrong is going on in there.John, the reporter's, off-screen voice asked, "Where is your partner?"Richard flushed slightly. "Sonja? She's still inside, interviewing some of the people inside."They cut back. With the fact that they were in his home and with the sadomasochistic equipment he had in his home he was easily convicted of statutory rape and other sex related and abuse related crimes even though Tasha had consented and agreed to everything they had done. Michael went to prison and spent the next several years there paying for his crime. But that was all behind him now. He was in a new country, in a new community and determined to start a new life. He was doing his best to repress his. “Yes,” I replied, blushing ever so slightly. Mark looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes “Fancy a midnight dip?” “Are you sure it will be okay?” “Of course,” said Mark, turning and giving me a big hug. I could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing into my groin and my own juices started to flow.Mark brought his face close to mine and before I could object, was kissing my lips with a deep urgency. “Mark, this isn’t right,” I protested, “We are cousins.” Mark just laughed and said, “Kissing. I gagged a couple of times as his dick hit the back of my throat. I'd never been face fucked like that. I'd sucked a few guys off in night clubs as a dare and sometimes the guys got carried away and got a bit rough; but nothing like this“I haven’t wanked all week,” he said and pulled my hair. "Suck it slut. Make daddy spunk." I realised then that he fantasised about fucking his daughter and her friends."Yes; make daddy cum, suck that cock you slut," he groaned. Then suddenly he erupted in my.