Not exercising enough? That's a beating. Working any muscle groups other than my stomach or ass? That's a beating. Squats and crunches were mandatory,... He demanded a tight, round bubble-butt.And then the big day came. I don't remember being knocked out, but He obviously d**gged me or something. One minute I was standing in the kitchen, washing up the plates from the breakfast I had prepared for Him and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in what looked like a mixture of an operating room. "Lick me, Tom. Eat me. Give me your cock."She took his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue washing and rubbing the sensitive places.At the same time, Tom slipped his tongue over her hooded clit, pressing his fingers deep between her labia, reaching for her G-spot. For long minutes, they moaned and worked on each other until, finally, Sigrid's hips began to buck and heave. Tom followed her moving target, fully conscious of the effect of her sucking mouth on this dick.And they came, huming and. Everyone was always telling her she was so beautiful. She was starting to believe them.She abruptly came back to the present… and to him. He had taken her little finger and was slowly scr****g his fingernail up and down it. He was doing it so gently that it did not hurt. It felt wonderful. She looked into his eyes as he continued. He was so beautiful. He knew that she had no daddy. Would he like to be her new daddy? Could she be his daughter? She would like that.He tenderly squeezed. Until this mask covered the real you from the world. Your pain is deep, Wade. It’s been eating at you for years, until you don’t even know what it’s like not to carry it around with you.’ ‘All good guesses, Mrs. Harwood, and they could fit any ex-con.’ ‘You just want a break, don’t you Wade? For someone to forget that you have a record, and let you start fresh. Almost like a new life,’ she said. He looked into her brown eyes and saw the truth. Suzanne Harwood wasn’t guessing. Some uncanny.