With his date being only 5 foot 8 tall, even in her heels, she was below eye level for most people and thus almost invisible. The tube up to Leicester...Square was the same and he stood facing her so as to shield her from view. A crime really, like putting an egg cover on a Faberge egg.If Embankment station had been busy, Leicester Square was the proverbial nightmare. Thousands of people, many of them tourists with no idea of which way they were supposed to be going, were ebbing and flowing along. "What!" moaned Dave."Um ... your pants..." Dick couldn't say any more.Dave lifted his head, uncovered his eyes, and groaned again, sounding like he was quite sure the world was ending. He rolled to his left, and ended up in a fetal position, his back to the girls."Daddy!" said Denise, brightly. "This is a situation I've never been in before! What is your advice for me, Daddy?" She beamed at her father, knowing she was pushing the knife in harder. It was too much fun to resist, though.Dick. “More. Master. Please,” her words tumbled out, incomprehensible, and she shook as He pushed harder and faster. She lost all sense of time, concentrating on the thrusting and pinching, clawing desperately at the edge of her own climax. It was almost a relief when she felt Him spasm and thrust impossibly deep, filling her and claiming her, though she whimpered as He withdrew from her. He turned her back over and straddled her, looking at her possessively, drunk on control and His own sadism.. She felt that her love was as masturbatory as her lovemaking, and in a sense preferred it that way. The knowledge that her maidenhead had been breached by Innocence was somehow better than the memory of it or the thought of it ever happening again. She and her mother lived in an expensive cottage just outside the city of Congress which judging from the landscape of sheep, goats and open fields may well have been much further away from the city than the constant low roar from the nearby.