"You bet your ass! She's the best fuck in town. And she's a screamer too!" he said, joking with the guy. I was mortified! I turned beet red at his com...ment and stood there dumbstruck as the deal was finalized. I was going to be partial payment for the weed he wanted to get! The dealer handed the bag of weed over to Paul and then he turned to me. He got this wicked grin on his face and I looked at him, horrified. His gaunt, pock-marked face had leathery skin and eyes larger than they should have. It didn't help that most of the men in the room that day were in very good shape. On the way home he forbade me to go back, but for once I dug my heels in and told him that the place was doing me a lot of good and I was going to keep on going. He ranted and raved about it for days, but I would not give in. He took to showing up every day to watch me work out and to make sure that none of the men made any attempt to get friendly with me. All that did was make some of the men take notice of. He began to apply pressure, slowly I felt my hole being spread apart, forced to accommodate this massive intruder. The pain was getting extremely intense, and I couldn't help but cry out, but still I didn't want Daddy to stop, and Daddy had no intention of stopping.Suddenly I felt my hole stretch, and then close again slightly, his giant mushroom head was now inside me, it hurt like hell, but also felt so good knowing that my Daddy was finally inside me, right where he belonged, and I was right. You have to let people learn.Once in place, I was going with the five that were entering from the top. As a matter of principle, I would be the first up the rope to guard for the men climbing after me. Since we didn't know the strength of the railing no one would follow me up. When I knew the strength of the rail, I would signal 1, 2, or 3, as to how many men should climb at once.I heard the "Go" in my earpiece and moved forward, leading my group. As soon as I approached the house, I noticed.