Before handing her her tea I gave her a hug."Welcome home mom" I told her squeezing as I said it. My chin was over her shoulder and my nose was buried...in her hair just above her ear. "You should change out of your work clothes every evening." I breathed gently over her ear. I felt her shiver."Do you think so?" she asked. Her voice small as she was crushed against my chest."Absolutely" I said. "In fact I demand that you change out of your work clothes every evening." Sliding my hands down her. "He's going to want to kill us." He won't know it was us," he said, "Until it's too late to do anything about it."Glen didn't look convinced. I couldn't blame him. What father wouldn't want to kill the two men who'd deflowered his young virginal daughter in more than one way and then turned her into a slut to do their bidding? Tiffany acted like she got off on it and when Glen had been nailing her on the bed, she'd been like a wildcat clawing at him and thrusting her pussy so it wasn't easy to. Then he held my head and hit me on my butt with Mom’s hair brush. He asked me several times if I would tell anyone and, each time I said no, he hit me anyway. I was sure he could hear me, but it didn’t matter.“He made me take off all my clothes. Then he took off his clothes and told me to hold his erect penis and rub it with my two hands. I was scared and didn’t want to. He told me if I didn’t, he would make me go naked in the house for a whole week.“This happened almost every month, sometimes. I could not wait for whatever came next. I prayed that she would drive her dildo in my ass. I started to crave it. With all my inhibitions muted from the ecstasy, my mind was clearly focused on whatever fed my now insatiable sex drive.As I dreamed about her strap on deep inside me, she traced her fingernails around the plug in my ass. She would tickle the underside of my balls before tracing back around the plug. It was driving me wild. I had goose bumps all over my body. I focused intently on.