’ I did so, and we were off. It felt odd to have this old man on my back, and odder still to have him there with such ease. He pointed the direction...he wanted me to go, and I went that way. As far as the eye could see, there was light gray ash upon the ground, light and finely powdery, so that footprints were extremely obvious, and deep. In places, as we went, there were larger piles of it, and he seemed to mourn each of these as we passed, always saying in a single word what the pile of ash. " I'll lick her vagina, just don't switch it on'"He shoved the baton further in, pushing it in and out as roughly as he could. "Say it properly slut. It's not a vagina, it's a cunt. And you're not just going to lick it, you're going to eat it. You're going to stick your tongue all the way up her cunt and give her a tongue fuck. Say it."I was trembling with the fear that he would switch the baton on. My vagina was being brutalised by the rough treatment it was getting. I couldn't take any more. Mandy stepped back into me and crossed her arms just beneath her tits. I wrapped my arms around her snuggly and lifted her from the ground, hearing her back pop two or three times as I did so. As I put her back down she began to turn back toward me, my hand slid inside her muscle shirt and cupped her left tit. I softly squeezed and felt the nipple begin to swell before I released her."Daddy!!" Sorry, I thought it was your arm" No, not that. You got something wet on my butt."She turned back. The lap of luxury with all the comforts of home." Fuck home, and this place ain't all that high fallutin." Maybe not, but I never felt more comfortable," said Marta."Where are you from?" asked Joe."Golden Valley. It's a suburb..." I'm from St Cloud," interrupted Joe."No shit?" So what brought you here?" She did." Just tell us, Margie," sighed Marta."Could I eat first?" Good idea," said Joe."Open the Chianti, lover," suggested Marta, placing a lettuce salad and a couple of dressings in front of.