He said, "Good! I'm getting tired of your shit!"Then he turned and walked inside, pulling me through the door and being none too gentle about it. Our ...footsteps echoed loudly as we crossed the large, empty gym to the coach's office.I was nervous now. It just didn't seem right doing something in a place like this. A school is where normal people, kids, do normal things. It just didn't feel right. But that didn't matter now. I was, after all, just a slave. We both knew that he could make me do. Her mother didn't have her supple figure, so her breasts were bursting out the front of the dress. They could barely be contained behind the material."Take off your panties and sit down on me."She did as he said, but he stopped her as she lowered herself on his cock."Turn around, face the door."His request seemed unusual, but she did as he asked. She began to slowly work herself up and down on his cock, wearing her mother's wedding gown. It was sick, but she could see herself in the closet. He walked slowly up to where Lisa was tied up, he didn't want her to know he was there yet. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to her until his nose was a inch away from her crotch. He wanted to reach out and lick her, but he hesitated. He looked up at her breast. He could see the bottom edge of her breast, where her top didn't cover. She was breathing quietly. What was she thinking he wondered. He sat back and watched her for an hour thinking of all the things he could do to. ” I continued, trying to let my rage cover my mouth watering. “Daddy, I am sorry,” she attempted to apologize. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it. Are you trying to act like your mom? Do you want to be known as a slut? I raised you better than that!”My words cut through her like a knife, and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. She backed up to the refrigerator and began to ball her eyes out. She slid down the fridge to the floor. She bent her knees in and buried her face against them. That.