That had always been her signal that she was there for me and that she loved me. I stroked her muzzle and the side of her face as I watched the once b...rilliant brown eyes lost their luster, and her body gave a final gasp of life. There had been nothing I could do to save my best friend, but at least she felt me there as she passed.How long I sat there completely despondent trying to shield her lifeless body from the light rain that had started I still don't know. We were found by fire rescue. "Get back on your hands and knees, whore. Charles is going to destroy that little cunt of yours."Despite a feeling that she was betraying her daddy, Sarah couldn't help feeling a thrill as she turned away from Charles and assumed the position. She knew her soaking wet twat was fully exposed and, this time, she felt excitement and arousal, rather than shame. She looked over her shoulder and saw Charles getting on his knees behind her, his huge dick standing fully erect, despite having just. She looked up at me and smiled a little mistily. "I hope so," she said, "he was always so ... well, you know, Dads and their daughters..."A couple of days later I got in from a seminar and Emma was already home, looking nervous."Um, Gerry..." Yes, Baby?" They want me at M.I.T."Truly, I have no problem with America ... I just don't want to live there. No particular reason except being used to free health-care, that sort of thing.I managed a smile. "That's great! A real compliment, I think!" Uh. Sometimes she'd be right behind the front door. Other times she'd be behind some corner or behind another door. Desiree would grab me from behind and hold me in a tight grip, or wrestle me to the ground and pin me. I didn't resist much. A couple of times she rushed me and punched me in the stomach then kneed me in the chin (not too hard, but firm) before putting me down. Then she say something like "Okay asshole, you're gonna worship me and make me feel good...if you don't make me happy, I'm.