He left me on the kitchen floor tied, gagged, used, and in the dark.The floor was cold, but I didn’t care since I was already feeling the alcohol an...d was feeling sooooo good from being used.Daddy Jake came back in what seemed like ½ hr. Turned on the lights. Picked me up, and carried me to dining room, where he bent me over the table and FUCKED me again. This time much harder. As he fucked me he kept saying “You’re so much better than my wife. Fucking dirty whore!”.Daddy Jake came again.He left. As I approached the classroom I heard a gentle thumping from inside a locker. "Hello?" I asked putting my ear to the cold metal. "Can you let me out?" a voice asked from within. Muffled. "There's a lock." I said tapping the latch. "The code is..." Before he could finish I unlocked the lock and opened the door. Inside was a short k**, about four foot six inches with bright red hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. "How did you do that?" he asked. "My Dad taught me how to. She looked at the man strangely since she had never seen a man working in the lady's room. Deanna shrugged and wandered past the wash area into a stall to relieve herself.She was wearing an extremely short black mini-skirt and fishnets with a black lace top, which exposed the majority of her 'double D' cleavage. Not a common practice regarding attire for a restaurant of the Bootlegger's caliber. Management seems to bend the rules for regulars though, especially hot numbers like Deanna. She. ” She was leaning in to him, fascinated by anything he might have to say. “It’d slipped my mind, but you cropped up in our conversation when she and I were dating—her ever-so-naughty best friend Helen. She struck me as somewhat in awe of you, like you were her walk on the wild side by proxy.”She grunted sardonically. “Yes, that sounds about right.”“More than that, Helen, my guess is she’s envious of your … more spontaneous attitude to life. Which potentially leaves her open to manipulation..