Soon she would have to raise herself to take a real breath. She would be able to speak then. One more gasp; he was so near, might as well do it now.Sh... screamed when she pulled herself up, the nails on her wrist bruising the nerve against the bone, and the nails on her feet, tearing at her, when she pushed on them. She held herself up, muscles cramping, air rushing out and into her lungs."This is so hard on you love; you don't have to stay," and, with a whimper she dropped back, to hung from. But another part of me ... well, it felt the thirst. And the feeling was coming from my room. I hustled the rest of the way up to my room."Sorry about that, guys," I muttered as I quickly filled the eyedropper and put an extra-large squirt into the sand. A new feeling emanated from the farm. The thirst was still there, but there was a tinge of relief along with it ... and thankfulness. As if they knew the water was coming from me.I got mud in my circuits, I thought to myself. I sat and watched. I froze incase she woke up. I tried to slowly pull my cock out of her but she was lying so far down my body there was no room to pull it out without a lot of movement from me which would surely wake her. As I lay there waiting to be sure she was asleep she moved her head and rose up so her mouth was near my ear. Then I got the surprise of my life. She whispered in my “Daddy, are you fucking me”? Followed after a short pause with “Again”?Oh God. Now it starts. Why didn’t I stop when I had the. “You’ll earn me this time, boy” and she smacked him hard across the mouth. He grabbed her by the wrists and yanked her close, looking far into her eyes with a frightening, lightening-sky strike of violent carnality – and George so desperately loved her all over again for so far having so wonderfully played along, since this would be, they both knew, from now on all too real. He wiped his tongue once, wet and thick, up the front of her face. “I’m going to make an awful lot of room back.