I looked up and saw that my Mom was watching my interactions carefully, even if she couldn’t hear them.“Honey is being punished for talking out of... turn, and I think Candy and I are here because we are just brats and it is part of our training, Sir,” I said more carefully. It felt strangely less like play-acting and more like I was talking how I was supposed to talk. I know that sounds weird because I had just blurted out something hurtful and sarcastic, but when I told him the real answer he. ‘Buckley?’ This time her voice was louder, as she tried to suppress her alarm. Buckley’s only response was to thrust brutally between her legs. Marguerite dug her heels into the bed and tried to move away from him coming to halt when she found his hands around her, his thumbs pressing on her windpipe. Panic ripped through her as she tried to claw at his arms. ‘Buckley!’ the scream was caught in her throat as he increased the pressure around her neck. Stinkin’ whore, I’ll teach you. Buckley. We finished the meal without me telling them about Cindy's plans. I didn't want to think about it myself, let alone try to explain why Cindy was only going to be home one week, the same week as my final exams.I spent the next hour making entries in my journal. I recorded what had taken place at school the previous week, Cadets I had counseled, Charlie's visits to my room, Josh getting his chance to play quarterback, the play, funny things that Marcie had said and my correspondence with friends.. My pussy automatically soaks itself. I didn't even know that could make me feel so good and I let out a moan."Are you a little butt slut Jasmine Marie?" Daddy asks with a little chuckle."I d-don't know. I've never done it before," I stammer in response. Daddy kneels behind me, pushes me forward and spreads my ass open."Well, we'll just have to find out about that now won't we?" He licks one of his fingers and then slowly starts circling my virgin hole. The feeling is so intense my knees start.