.n...n...oh!....” As she sighed, panted and quivered all over from the ever more urgent tingling sensations her dad's ministrations brought to her s...ollen pubescent cuze, her dear ol' dad popped his thumb to the hilt inside her and squeezed her throbbing clit from inside and out. “Oh God! DADDY!!! Uh...uh...UH!!,” she howled as her orgasm blew off the top of her head. Her knees buckled, her breath exploded, and she collapsed on the sink, barely able to stand. He pulled his thumb, and cupped. Even more, though, my dad – who has given me everything and asked for nothing in return – has asked me to go. I will obey my emperor’s command and my father’s request.”Her mother turned on her, the woman’s eyes going wide. “Audette! You don’t understand. They’re sending you to the slaughter.”“No. They’re not,” the young woman replied placatingly. “It’s Dad and Aunt Vondi, Mom. They love me just as much as you do. They’d never do that to me.”She took a deep, calming breath to steady herself,. October 6, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“What am I doing here?” Dave Zimmer asked.“I have some information for you. Something you need to know.”I pushed a manila envelope that contained two typed pages across the table at Maxim’s.“What’s this?”“Proof that Brandon Littleton is an Outfit attorney,” I said.“Bullsh... , “ he started to say, but bit off the end of the word. “You’re serious?”“Deadly.”“What do you want?”I smiled, “Nothing. Or rather, I suspect I’ll want exactly what you will want when. This was a school where standards of good behaviour were set at a very high level. The most likely cause for punishment was to contravene the school's strict dress code. The skirt had to be the right length: not too short and not too long. The hair had to be regulation length and plaited in the required style. There was no licence for colourful ribbons, short socks, gaudy buckles, immodesty, scruffiness or bad posture. Punctuality was rigorously enforced. Poor performance was also sufficient.