"Vince grinned. God, it was fantastic. He pulled her face to the side and began to obscenely lick her cheek and mouth as he continued pounding away."O...hhh, yeah! 'Fuck my ass, Daddy'. Say it."Knowing by now what he wanted to hear, Stephanie didn't stop there. Through her gritted teeth, she began reciting whatever filthy phrases she could think of."Fuck me... fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass! Fuck me up the ass!" Yeaaahhhhh, thatta girl!"Hearing those depraved words from his daughter's mouth pushed. He was being taken to the cleaners if he was right in his statements. He looked over at me. ‘What the fuck are you doing listening in on our conversation? You just might find yourself dead,’ he yelled at me. ‘Mr. Big, before I was locked up, I was an accountant and I do believe that by what I accidently overheard, you are being scammed. Whoever is doing your taxes is skimming off the top.’ God, I was scared. This man could snap his fingers and I’d be dead. ‘Get your fucking ass over here and. 933 West 119th Street. Apt 24.Adam rubbed his hands nervously. "Ah, yes," he said. "Please come in and we will begin. The girl followed him down the hall to the living room. The professor waved toward the bed and suggested she sit down. "I'll be right back. Must get some instruments first."The girl looked around her curiously and then sat down, placing her handbag on the floor beside her. From the other room Adam watched her with interest, and then he spoke into the microphone. "Before I. She wasn’t quite what you would call gorgeous, but she was damn good-looking.She was small and compact, with tits that were barely A-cups, light brown hair that was pulled into two loose pigtails, and a tight tanned body that was gleaming with sweat, both from the van and her arousal.And it was a vision I was powerless to resist. Besides, she wasn’t really my daughter, at least not in the biological sense, and she was now 16, which in my eyes and in the eyes of most civilized nations and states.