As I reluctantly tiptoed across the bedroom, memories of the previous evening triggered a wispy smile."The sleep of the innocent," I murmured, closing...the door and moving towards the lounge to dress. Hurriedly fastening my stockings, my thoughts returned to the business card in my purse. I was intrigued and determined to find out what was behind it. Quickly tidying my hair and makeup, I rushed outside and managed to hail a cab.I slumped, exhausted, into the back seat. The driver asked for my. Opening the patio door I looked around. Chief was nowhere in sight. Disappointed I stepped out side that’s when I noticed that the front gate was open. Thinking my alcoholic mom must have left it open I closed it. Lying down on the blanket I removed my top to sun myself. A short while later I heard a noise it sounded like the front gate latch. Grabbing a towel to cover myself I looked up. Chief came thru the partially open gate and my heart rate quickened. But he was followed by the Black Lab. I opted for a white silk chemise that barely covered my butt in back and my pussy in front. I didn’t put on any panties. I decided daddy might just rip them off. I wanted to save the sexy, expensive panties for when I wanted to drive daddy crazy and get him wild for me. How does a fourteen-year-old virgin know things like this? How did humans figure out how to mate in the days when it was the norm for both the bride and the groom to come to their marriage bed totally sexually ignorant? Somehow. “Carl,” I try to say, but the hurt throat means it’s a hushed rasp. I try to stand, but I feel hands clamp down on me. I look up, and Maria is holding my shoulder, pressing me down into my chair. Her face is expressionless, and she stares at Carl and Reyna, hunter and prey staring into each other’s eyes. I try to squirm, to test Maria’s grip, but she’s strong.“You said so yourself,” purrs Reyna, “you are not a big strong man.”“I’m not a big strong man?” asks Carl, but his voice is vacant.“You.