She opened her mouth to say something – to beg, I assumed – and I put my finger over her lips in a shushing gesture. "Don't talk, my pet. Nothing ...you say will change your fate tonight, and I will punish you for every word you utter."She made eye contact with me and nodded, seeming to understand my seriousness. I helped her roll to her side, taking the pressure of her weight off her hands, lifting her head onto the bed, and turned to Morrigan, who began rubbing against me like a cat."You have an. I've goosed lots them though as part of playing 'Ball and Cunt Tag' in the pool and plenty of playing 'Doctor' with my friends. Oh, of course," Judy continued, "there is a group of us who love to play, 'Strip Poker' or 'Truth Or Dare.' A lot of poking goes on with that last one."Anyway, after my dad, you were really my first. He raped me. You made love with me with your hands and then in the bathtub, I raped you," she said as they both laughed.Steve gave her a peck on her cheek, bowed his head. " Stephen moaned softly, in another world. If I kept this up, I knew he would cum. Did I want my Daddy to cum? Did I want him to spurt his cream up into the air, with my fist around his cock, milking and milking... God I loved to see it fly. What was wrong with me? "Daddy?" I asked, dipping my head to within an inch of his cock and sucking my raised and precum-covered thumb. It was even dripping down into the palm of my hand. I loved the taste of precum. I always had. I'm so bad, I thought,. " Bailey heard a click behind her, a sound like a tiny garage door opening, and faint music start whispering in her ears. Gentle colored lights swirled on the screen as she felt the first effects of whatever was in the drip line. A sense of vertigo dragged the tense fear and foreboding up again into her chest and head. She fell into the spiral starting to swirl in the hues playing on the screen."No no no no no please stop, please stop," Bailey cried out, getting softer as words joined the.