” She said. “Your father’s dad.”“That’s all I know.” Tad answered. “Dad doesn’t like to talk about him. ‘He died in the War’ is ...the most he’ll say. He might’ve beat him and grandma. She died before I was born.”“‘Doesn’t like to talk about him;’ present tense. So, Dad’s still alive?”“Yeah. They live in Wichita.”“Mom too? Do you talk to them?”“Yeah.”“Don’t tell them we talked. Or anyone else.” Helena commanded. “Now, I’d like to know about the incident on day two of shooting. What. I moan and then pause...."Seems a certain slut is feeling needy maybe?....has been playing maybe?...without Daddys permission?....bad lil girl." I feel His hand grab my throat and push me flat on my back. "Spread your legs now..." I obey, not sure if I was scared or aroused or both....".is my cunt wet?" His fingers roughly enter my tight cunt.....I gasp and try to squirm. "Don't you fuckin dare.....so wet and tight.....mmmmmm you to be punished slut......wheres my paddle?" He removes his. Jarrod watched at my boobs and said they looked amazing.I asked him how he wanted his coffee and he said just black and strong. I laughed again, telling him that was exactly how I liked men He stood up and I noticed a large bulge in the front of his jeans. I asked him if we could skip the coffee and he said for sure we could go straight for desert. He walked over to me and started kissing my mouth again. Jarrod took my top off and my round boobs sprang free. He kept kissing me and I could feel. So what do you think of the place?’ ‘I love it!’ Becky declared. ‘Talk about the middle of nowhere. No phones. No lights at all here either?’ ‘The ranger cabin way back at the entrance has a generator so she has lights but the rest of the place, no. Not for at least a five mile radius around us either. We can go into the village later for some ice and buy some firewood. After all, we have to have a raging campfire every night. It’ll keep the wolves away’ I noted. ‘Wolves?’ Becky said meekly..