“Sorry. I didn’t think about that. Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.She drew his hand up to cup her breast over her blouse. “No. It’s just a...sore feeling. It doesn’t bother me.”Sia wondered if he knew how amazing it had been for her. It was so much more, so much better than she’d ever imagined. He’d been so gentle with her, too. It had hardly hurt, just a twinge of pain. But, Gawd, feeling Dad inside her was the best.She’d felt Dad cum the first time and been so proud. But, the feeling of him. To be sure he pulled a bandana from his pocket and gagged me with it. He pushed me back onto the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard. He used strips of cloth he obviously had gone to the trouble of precutting. I wondered how long he had been planning this.After I was tied down he sat down next to me. He told me how good it could have been for us. If only I hadn't been such a bitch. He pulled the knife out again and used it to slice my shirt open and cut my bra off. He held the knife to my. "Is this what youwanted darling? For me to sit on a strange man's lap like this? Or didyou mean like this?" And so saying she rose once more, lifted the backof her skirt and settled like a bird on her roost. Her naked flesh onthe manly corduroy trousers. On the straining manly cock within thetented manly corduroy trousers. She leaned on both elbows now andrested her chin on her knuckles. And she started to rock her self onhim. "Did you mean like this Angela? Darling?" Her pretty boyish arseall. "So what are you here for?" Flannery began without the slightest hint of politeness."Are you telling me you haven't been informed of the purpose of my visit?" I was all set to go one on one with him if he pushed his attitude much more.His head came up and his eyes narrowed. I don't think he quite expected me to confront him."There was some mention of a visit by one of the Vancouver people," he said, offering nothing more."I find that hard to believe. I talked to Tom Yardley a few minutes ago..