." but there I had to use those words I hated or say somethingthat caused me to dread my Dad. I couldn't force myself to continue andstarted sobbing a...gain."Let's go to bed," Dad offered. "And no more questions. Deal?"I nodded my head yes."Do you need help to lie down?" NO!" my rebuff was probably too loud but Dad said nothing.~~The next day I was like in a daze. I didn't go to school. In the afternoonDad brought me to some kind of doctor. She wasn't dressed in scrubs likedoctors usually were. She relents and pulls back allowing me to catch a lungful of air. But the reprieve is cut short as she slams that fat log back down my throat. I gag and squirm as tears roll down my eyes. Finally, she lets go of my hair and I pull back as her cock pops out of my mouth leaving a trail of spit. “That was amazing! Fuck!” she moans. “Now let me get a piece of that ass!” She forces me down on my stomach and I look back at her flooded with fear. “You promised you would be gentle!” “Relax! I’m going. Good night."Now I had got my clue and decided to find out whom the damn whoremonger was before I kicked the cheating bitch out of my house. Some men get horny and love their wife even more when they find her cheating and are happy getting "sloppy seconds". But that's not my style, I was only disgusted.The next day, Thursday, I returned home after lunch with two cassette tape recorders I bought in the morning. An advanced model with small but efficient microphone, which is easy to hide. They got. I actually didn't mind showing him, just not that day. He reached over and pulled me to him. "Let me see." He tugged roughly on my shorts. Stopping when he eyed my waist band. That day i had decided not to wear any underwear, and could partially see the top of my bare pussy. "I don't think i can hold back, sorry." He tugged the rest of my shorts down to my ankles and pushed me up against a few cases of beer. He ran his fingers down over my ass then back up. "Seriously, what are you?".