One evening Dad rang me up to tell that he would be late and that I should not wait for him at dinner. So I had my food, watched TV and slept. During ...ight, some familiar sounds, coming from Dad's room, woke me up. Hearing them, I thought Dad must have been watching porn himself. But, lucky as I was, I could watch a little from the small slot of curtain of the adjoining window that Dad was fucking a white girl, perhaps an Italian, or Spanish or Mexican, I was not sure. She must be of my age and. Soon she would explode into excitingcontortions!The guards picked her up and put her on the bench. She was fastened in a different way.A rope was tied around her middle, just above her hips, and around the bench. This wouldprevent her ass from moving and the target would be easier to strike. Her hands and feetwere attached loosely to the ends of the bench, enabling movement of her upper body andlegs. She could thrash around as much as she wished, but the target area would becompletely. "We've already got a child, Karen, let's build a home for her ... together."Tears filled her eyes and she threw herself at me sobbing. Her mother was crying and her father was blowing his nose."Why is Karen crying, daddy?" Because I'm silly, darling," she laughed, "and because I love your daddy very much. He's a very nice man."My phone rang then and I turned away to take the call from Brenda, Poppy's mum."Hello?"She sounded breathless as usual when she asked me if I could keep Poppy. ‘SLUT’, ‘WHORE’, ‘BITCH’ joined ‘SLAVE’ on my stomach, while word balloons on my chest had my nipples appear to be saying ‘BITE ME’, SUCK ME’ AND ‘CLAMP ME. On my back I acquired a tramp stamp with an arrow pointing down that said ‘COCK GOES HERE’ as well as ‘WHIP’, ‘SPANK’ and ‘FUCK’ on my left buttock and ‘ME’ on my right. They were having a grand old time and so was I. It got a bit more serious when the started decorating my front with the clothespins. A forest of clothespins soon.