"As a matter of fact", she said, "I was wondering whether to go back on to the coffee again for a few days! What do you think?"That, I thought, was a ...hought better not thought about. But I still thought about it.Louise and Jessica had gone to the shops during the afternoon and had not yet returned. There was a scribbled message for me to ring the labs and see what the news was. I dialled the number and asked to speak to Barbara Mackay-ffinch. Fortunately, I didn't know how the name was spelt,. I hate that word. I shouldn’t use it.’ I said, ‘Why do you stay married to that . . . that . . .’ ‘Cocksucker?’ ‘Yes!’ I exclaimed, laughing. ‘Exactly!’ Irene laughed then and suddenly I felt a hundred–a thousand–times better. I said, ‘You are crazy not to leave that bastard, Irene.’ I sensed her shrug. ‘He’s my husband.’ He’s not your whoremaster, I wanted to say. ‘You do believe me when I say I had nothing to do with it. I need you to believe that, Irene.’ ‘I do.’ ‘I didn’t even know. Aaron. Rachel felt like her insides were being torn apart. His cock was really way too big for her inexperienced cunt. By the time he was done, Rachel was sure that she would die from the abuse, she wished that she would. The head lines would read “Local teenage girl fucked to death by her own father” That almost made her laugh, as her daddy staggered off to his own bed, his cock leaking a trail of cum across the floor. But Rachel did not die. The next morning she woke up to find her bed was a mess,. I thought I was going to cum right then, but like he said, I wasn't done yet. I could feel his cock touching my pussy lips. "You're not going to -" I started to say, but he cut me off."Shut the hell up," he said. "Remember what I told you. Bitch, we're gonna open you up all the way. I told you you gonna get fucked like you never been fucked before."I was nervous. Pretty much the only thing I haven't done was a double penetration, especially with two big cocks, but I just tried to relax as I.