She released the nipple and said, "There was a time for awhile when I was almost certain that you were my father." I had the same feeling. I kept thin...king, 'what if she is my daughter?'" But we continued to make love anyway." Yes." I loved you then." I know. I loved you too. I still do, maybe more." There's this girl that I dance with; she lives with her father." I know who you mean. You suspect that her child is his?" I'm almost certain that she is his child," she answered."Does the idea. It obviously didn't matter what century you were in, women were women and she was now anxious about how she measured up against the competition. Typical!"Kirsty, I have never met anyone as beautiful as you are, probably never will. I think I'm falling in love with you. Not just because you are beautiful but because you are intelligent, you have lots of spirit, you are brave, you must be to have survived multiple rapes and be so well adjusted, to have lived in such harsh circumstances and be. She was his and he used herany way he wanted to, sometimes he just fucked her, and she sighed contentedly,no matter which opening he decided to invade. Other times he would slap her asscheeks, heating them to a healthy glow or use his broad leather belt. He rarelyused a whip or cane unless she needed punishment, or on those occasions whenthey went to the monthly munch. She was content to be used like this, it madeher feel treasured, and he was into it to. What red-blooded American malewouldn?t. "Hi, Mrs. Conroy. What is it you wanted to see me about?" First, I'd like you to call me Sarah. I'd like us to be friends and Mrs. Conroy is much too formal. Second, take a chair and relax; we have plenty of time. Would you like something to drink, some wine or a beer?" I don't care that much for beer, but I like some kinds of wines." I bet you'd probably like a nice sauterne." She poured two glasses and handed me one. It was sweeter than I expected but I really liked it. "Thanks, Mrs. – er –.