" My hand moved up her soft thighs, feeling the warmth of her pussy as I get closer and closer to the middle. Her soft hairs around her pussy, brushes... against my hand, as I take my index and middle fingers to spread her lips. I took my middle finger and press it against her moist clit. This send her over the edge, as touching my dick through my shorts wasn't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing cock out and begins stroking it. I begin to follow the source of the juice dripping. My father told me that he was going to fuck me and that it would hurt for a little but I would learn to enjoy it. He grabbed something off the wall and hit my pussy with it, I screamed cause it hurt so bad. He than hit each breast with it, it was a paddle in which he was using. He kept hitting my breast and put two fingers inside my drmipping wet pussy. All of a sudden my breast didn’t hurt so bad because my pussy was being stretched. I was crying harder now. My daddy lowered the table I was. It was the pain—pure pain—of being roasted alive that filled and overwhelmed his consciousness now. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already sweating back, from the kitchen through the laughing, poking, cocktail-spilling crowd of guests to the barbecue pit and the spit, had yielded completely to the torturing reality of fiery burning. I am Jenada, thegenie of the Lamp of Passage." The Lamp of Passage? What does that mean?" You must, in order to be granted a wish, survive an ordeal involved withyour wish. It must be a situation in which your life is at risk in oneway or another. If you survive, your wish is granted, no other tricks orconditions," Jenada said. "Many do not survive the wishing." Hm." Mickey ponderd a moment, then, as he walked around his apartment, amagazine caught his eye. "I suppose," he said, turning.