I grabbed her ass cheeks and held her up giving me more access to that hot wet pussy. I rammed it in as hard as I could and felt my cum blowing up int... her. I called her every name I could think of. Whore, bitch, cunt, slut, came out of my mouth as I blew my nut. At last my cock spit the last of my hot cum. I climbed off her and stood looking down, laughing when I saw the tears at the edge of her eyes. Damn, seeing her cry was making me want to pound that pussy all over again.But first, I. Not nearly the same class of thing as waiting three days for the psychological evaluation to be completed. One thing we hadn't counted on was that they wanted to observe her for 72 hours. We could see her every day, for an hour in the morning, an hour in the afternoon, but that was it.I wasn't expecting to be missing her from my bed as much as I did – she'd only spent a couple of nights in it. It wasn't the sex I missed (heck, I got plenty of that from Gary during those three days). It was the. But you miscalculated, and now you find yourself here, for trial and if found guilty, sentencing. As a formality, I must ask you, do you accept as true the facts contained in the Ministry's indictment?" Fudge held up the document, and started to pass it to the prisoner. But there was no need."The facts are correct.", said the writer, her voice only just audible."And how do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?" Guilty." Then it is only a question of sentencing." As Fudge made this rather obvious. I could feel the blood rise to my face, as daddy's eyes focused on the erection, as my eyes were.'Up for a bit of fun are we my beautiful daughter', he took another sip of his whiskey, 'nothing like a good shag to clear ones head', then he looked at me, 'want a really good look darling'?I swallowed hard, I had never felt so horny as I did right now, and now that daddy was there, I strangely felt secure with a familiar face and voice to reassure me.'Is he mine daddy', I asked in a little girlish.