They let her up and Lane grabbed her by her hair and threw her over the bed face down. He then immediately entered her already red and abused pussy wi...th more force and hate then Chris ever used. Chris turned on the TV very loud, as he knew he would not be able to control Lane. As he was like a jackhammer just nailing Ashlee making her scream with every thrust. She begged Lane to Stop I think I am bleeding. With that Lane feel on top of Ashlee he reached under her grabbing her sore breast and. Initially, for purposes of security, Jane moved us into a safe-house that had twenty-four hour security. We let her think her guards were necessary, even though they probably weren’t. The guards had no idea who they were protecting, but didn’t really care. And, to be honest, that freed Bobby’s attention up for other things. She wanted to assign people to go with us, but I reminded her Bobby could protect us. A rapid reaction force was available whenever we were out and about, anyway.Because all. “Daddy?” she said. “Are you okay, Daddy?”“No cherries,” some distant, insistent part of his mind forced him to whisper.“Okay, Daddy,” said Julie. “No cherry. It’s okay. We can talk about it later.”“Okay,” he sighed. “Later.”“Go to sleep,” said her sweet voice. “We can talk in the morning.”“Yes, sleep,” he mumbled. “Bedtime. It’s bedtime.”“Yes, Daddy,” she said, just before she kissed his lips tenderly. “It’s bedtime.”Her warm body separated itself from his, and his mind whined, “Noooo, come. Then I headed back to class, buzzing, some of the tension released from my orgasm.But not enough.Oh, no, I squirmed through the second half of Professor Culvert's lecture on Reconstruction. God, it was the most boring, tedious stuff. Who cared about stuff that happened over a hundred years ago? They didn't even have the internet back then. None of it mattered in modern times.Especially when I had a date with the futa-fairy. Soon I'd have a big, throbbing girl-dick to fuck my sister, my mom, and.