She seemed to be the same as she remembered, a lithe brunette with C cups and about 5'4", also she could clearly remember she was 24. She wasn't the m...ost beautiful but she was still sought after and had a fairly desirable appearance, it was more of the "girl next door" look. So, at least from what she could see she looked as she remembered and didn't seem to have any memory problems except for the knowledge of how she got here.There was most likely no one that would come looking for her, she. And when she said "Now suck my cock, you fucking sissy bitch." I ceased thinking all together...At first all I could do was fit as much of it in my mouth as possible and suck as hard as I could, running my tongue along every scrumptious inch I could reach. But I realized that she was expecting more than a sloppy suck. I slowed down, moving my head in a corkscrew motion on her cock as I ran my tongue across the head, flicking her pee hole to get at the gooey goodness dripping off of it. I heard. “Kate I’m not sure it’s appropriate that you ask me that really, do you” I replied seeing that slight smile again on her lips.“Oh come on Dad, you can tell me” she continued, smiling wider this time.Now seeing as we had openly discussed sex in general in the past I asked myself what harm could it do to go along with her questions, so I told her.“Well Kate, my personal preference is either a well trimmed patch on the top but most definitely smooth around the vagina” I replied trying to keep it. " I went to Chatswood Police Station and he was behind the counter as a uniformed Leading Senior Constable. And he talked to the woman with him and she knew the situation already, and told me that I am in deep shit, aren't I."I picked up the phone and made a call, "Tubby, I need to talk to you and not on the phone. Now is good but yesterday would have been better. See you in five minutes. The solution, Miss Rookwood, is not what you know, but who you know. Where is your sister now?" She should.