“Our system’s been hacked, they’re docking now,” said Vincent, sounding more hollow with each passing second.Vincent didn’t know what was in... the cargo, but he was certain it was the cause behind all this mess. The large sum of money involved had blinded him to the obvious dangers. He was certain they had been betrayed, from the very start.Time dragged on, seconds accumulated into minutes. Urgent voices were being carried over from the bay area through the door.“You two, move all cargo, except. Bruises splotched her ass, fading from brown-purple centers to yellow edges. Reminders of her spankings two days ago. She reached the couch, pressing her clamped nipples into the fabric, wincing.I advanced on her, my pussy so wet for this. I would spank her, get her in the mood, and then fuck her so hard with her favorite dildo. She would remember what I gave her—the pain and pleasure she craved. The lesbian pleasures that she desired but refused to admit.CRACK!She grunted, her head lying on. ' She handed it to her husband and as he moved closer to Alyson she could feel his erect cock touching her stomach. He took a lip pencil and drew a big red circle round Alyson's large aureola and then with the lipstick coated her whole nipple making sure he put it on very thickly. He was impressed how large her nipples now were. He gave the lipstick a few minutes to dry and then coated both nipples with lipgloss. He stood back and admired his work. Finally he picked up the lipstick again and. Stop it ... stop..." When he said that I knew I had won. I knew my own father, my own flesh and blood was going to fuck me. I was so excited. I he came over and sat next to me. He stared at my pussy. I pulled my spankie to the side and revealed my wet pussy. "Touch it." I prompted him. He looked at me, a little nervous, but he wanted to, bad. "Go ahead." I tentatively reached out his hand, and touched my clit. I shivered in pleasure, and closed my eyes. "Touch it more." I said. He did. He.