Obviously, he had missed my demonstration earlier. Knife in hand, he lunged at me, growling like a rabid animal. I sidestepped his attack, redirected ...his arm, and sent him sprawling on his face. The commotion brought several spectators who cheered. “Pulling the knife was a mistake. Put it away and leave here now and you will live,” I warned.Knife still in hand he stood again. The spectators laughing at him and cheering for me enraged him further. This time, though, he tried subterfuge.Changing. ”“Dad, who would I tell? My friends would think I’m a freak for wanting my dad to fuck me and if anything happened to you, I’d have no choice but to move and leave my friends behind. Now, do you want to continue talking about this or do you want let me take care of this for you?” With those words, she pulled down my zipper and let my cock spring free into her waiting grasp. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body at the contact of my daughter’s bare hand against my throbbing hard on. . The sound of him stepping closer right in front of me.I felt so ashamed but was unable to cover myself.?Stand up?. Trembling with emotion I obeyed. I could hear him sit down on the bed as he ordered me to turn around. I gasped as he pulled me on his lap, calling me his little girl.I felt his fingers close around my soft little penis, stroking it. I moaned and pulled at the cuffs helplessly as he made me hard.?Have you been a good girl this week?? he asked. His fingers pulling back my foreskin.. The backroom was nothing fancy. It was partly used as a storeroom, but there was also a bed. Customers could use it if they wanted to spend some private time with someone. The bartender didn’t mind. Not in the least because he had made himself a peeping hole to watch the action.The moment they turned the key they were already kissing, their fat tongues entwined, while their hands were stroking each other’s head. There was something violent and at the same time utterly sensitive about their.