" Yes, Ma'am." Please, I may look like an old married woman but just call me Jane. Ma'am makes me feel old." Yes, Ma, I mean, Jane. Anyway, the farm w...s where we were raised. Dad and Mom never hid the fact that we were adopted in love. They told us that they didn't just have us. They chose for us to be their children. They were great people. I loved them and miss them a lot."Jane nodded. "There are a lot of people who we miss." The farm was Dad's joy. He had done well as a stock trader but,. Do you know how many videos there are online depicting a father having sex with his daughter? It's all fake, made up and completely fantasy. But still the videos are being made and the stories are being written. I don't think that every father wants to fuck his daughter, and I don't think that every daughter wants to fuck her father. I just think that it comes down to the idea of having that kind of relationship with somebody. A relationship that never truly loses love and affection. I mean,. The chemistry was there between them and she and he were enjoying the moment. He bought her and the table drinks and charged his tab and did not mind spending freely. Further conversation she discovered he was a CEO of a major d**g company that was relocating in her city. They were buying out German d**g Company located on the Service Road and he would eventually be relocating from Vancouver to her city.The band started to play around 9:00 PM and the music was a medley of all her favourites.. Ellen walked into the darkened bedroom. On the bed sat a naked, dirty, pregnant girl, her knees out and her feet splayed like chicken wings, her hands on the bed behind her."What is this about a chain?" asked Ellen. Kelly silently lifted the length of chain. Ellen realized that it was bolted to Kelly's ankle. The other end was attached to the bedpost. Ellen immediately called the sheriff, gave the address and asked that the deputy bring a camera and a rape kit.Kelly seemed to have no modesty..