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“Now you want to call Talia to live out a fantasy you've always had.” As he spoke, I smiled. I had always wanted to do that to my oldest daughter. It would be so hot. When he finished talking, I went to grab my phone. Talia Banks “Okay, Mom, I'll be right over,” I'd said twenty minutes ago. The moment I hung up, I rushed to my parents' home from my college dorm. Mom sounded so desperate to get me over. I sped, my stomach twisting in fear. I didn't know what was going on, but it must be important for Mom to tell me to get over as fast as possible. I pulled my car into the driveway, parking behind Brad's car, and jumped out. I ran up to the door and burst through it. “Mom, what's going...?” My words trailed off. My jaw dropped. That fucking disgusting perv was fucking his sister in the middle of the living room. He was just plowing into Cali, his hairy chest heaving, his pimply face twisted in rapture. Cali's face was buried between my sister's legs, eating Vanessa out. “What the fuck!” I snarled. “Vanessa! Stop that! And Cali, that's your brother you're fucking! What the hell is going on?” Something was off with her that much was clear, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. My dick was still stiff as before and just as angry looking with it’s red hue and veins. There wasn’t enough time to make it out the bedroom door without being seen, her mother’s giggling was getting louder and louder. She winked at me. She smiles at Ron. It was 12:10 when a car drove into the car park not far from the boat. It was just a guy coming over for dinner. “Give me more! “So it’s your testimony that you actually saw Yuri Volka inseminate his own son.” And all of us have been kidnapped?” she asked, astounded.
I swear to God, I hate you! I want to leave!” Patrick grabbed his car keys from the table before he turned and left for work. The fear had clung onto Violet to begin with, especially during the night in the dark. Then the anger and frustration again, which felt like it was going to tear through her chest when she saw him that morning. The discomfort was not nice, but she had become accustomed to the hardness and coldness of the floor after a few hours, and she found she could even manage to sleep. It was the boredom she struggled with most. She counted the tiles on the floor, hummed herself songs and even tried to masturbate. The lack of stimulation made it difficult to avoid the thoughts and emotions she had been trying to keep out for over a decade, and soon after they took hold she found herself staring into space with no concept of how much time had passed. Patrick continued this torture for a week. Violet hadn't spoken at all on the second day – perhaps she thought that would be the key to her release. So Patrick was surprised to hear her address him quite calmly on the third day. He had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smoking a cigarette. “Daddy?” Violet said quietly, the word catching in her throat. She hadn't had a drink in days.
Supposing that he was right, I laid down completely flat again. Her passion surged through her. Slave agrees that she has no rights unless Master allows her. “This is amazing, Princess!” Fast jolts of jizz that splashed Monica's writhing pussy. A bittersweet goodbye. But I was definitely ready to. I cry out each time the belt hits my reddening ass. He swirled around inside of me, teasing my silky walls. I smiled as I thought of going back to school.
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