"Do we have any scrubbed and tagged HEFW7's?" I called to Five."Couple," she said eyeing me suspiciously."Could you collar a clean one and gift wrap i... for me," I said.She nodded and went to work while I dialed for authorisation, something like this could backfire so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't be blamed if it did. Standard arse covering techniques but much needed as in this case I wouldn't be fired I'd be found swinging from a lamppost with bits of my anatomy cut out, probably by the hand. It’s a combination of obsession, stalking, and survival for her. For whatever reason, she determined that she should concentrate all of her hits on me and mine. You see, to further complicate things, I’ve never pressed charges against her. Regularly, like clockwork, she breaks into my place. I don’t even bother with locking that upstairs window anymore. I just cover it up, so as not to be obvious to other burglars or to home invaders. I’ve already moved anything really valuable out of her. Our sessions were anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half. There were times that he would stay erect and swollen for quite a while so I was trapped until the knot relaxed enough for me to pull free. I’m basing that time from when he penetrated me until the knot was finally pulled out. Normally he would cum within fifteen minutes or a little more. I was aware of this because it feels like a warm flood when he cums. He was no joke when it came to fucking. It was like being fucked by a. But she was still wearing her top. “Can you take off your shirt?”“Why?”“So I can see your body.”Her eyes dropped. “I don’t have a good body,” she said shyly.“Are you kidding?” I said. “Of course you do. I’ve seen you in your swimsuits. You’re hot.”“I am not.”“Sure you are. Trust me, I wouldn’t lie to you!”“You have to say that, I’m your daughter.”“If you don’t want to, it’s ok, but you really are very pretty.”She took a breath, sat up straight, and pulled her shirt up over her head. She had on.