From the light of the open door and the TV I could clearly see her sleeping, she looked like a doll snuggled under her flowery comforter. As I stared ...down at my sleeping angel she turned over onto her side, still asleep but now partially uncovered. Just her cute little white panty clad butt stuck out from under the thick comforter. Maybe it was the scotch or the lack of female companionship these past two years but for the first time I was looking at my little girl’s ass and not in a fatherly. “Tell me what a bad girl you are,” he demanded. When she didn’t respond he ordered again, “tell me!” “I…I…I’m your little slut.” “Do you have boyfriends who fuck you in the ass?” he asked while beginning to thrust harder. “Sometimes, …” before she could finish he demanded, “Tell me about it bitch, tell me what a whore you are, tell me you like this big cock in your ass, scream you little slutbag.” The screaming was easy as it felt like he was now trying to pound the entire length up her ass.. In the morning, you know," I said to remind them."Yeah, but we could receive our assignments and be who knows where by tomorrow night," Roy said in a defensive voice. Chuck just looked sad."Weeellll!" I said in indecision, "Maybe just a little sex, but not an all-nighter," I finished."Which room do you want?" I asked Carry."I'll go with Chuck in their room," she told me, and I grabbed Roy's hand and led him into our room. Following a quick shower each, because of the small size of the shower,. ‘You said you would be back in a few hours,’ I replied, the anger threatening to bubble to the surface. Charles gave me a blank stare before he recovered himself. ‘I must have lost track of time, you know how crazy things get this time of year.’ ‘Yes, it must have been a very difficult day for you.’ He frowned at my sarcasm, and lifted his feet from the table before he responded. ‘Are you mad at me?’ I took a deep breath and crossed my arms. ‘You know what? Yes, I am mad at you.’ ‘Because I.