I raised myself off my knees, and tried again. I jumped a bit higher, and for a second, it felt like I stopped in mid air.Kind of a slap in the face ...to fall back down again.Father dropped back down and landed on his right foot. He walked back over to me, and helped me up."You need to calm yourself. Think of birds, heights, anything to do with the air." Said father.I dusted my pants off, and calmed myself."Good. Now jump, and raise your arms." Said Gillian.I closed my eyes, jumped, and I. I workat the Sanctuary. That's how I know about abuse, I deal with it everyday. Some of it a worse than the rest but none of it good."As she spoke I saw the envelope sitting on the table still unopened,right next to my mug of tea. I picked it up and lifted the flap, therewas a sheath of photographs inside so I slid them out.Five 10x6 black and white photographs with the face of Michael smilingup at me in every single one. Of course, a photograph of your husbandshouldn't make you feel that. One of her hand gripped the base of Daddy's cock, it was hot in her little hand and her fingers barely encircled it's girth. Daddy continued to moan and leak precum by the gallon as Britney, sucked one ball and then the other into her mouth. Her fist on his cock, squeezing pleasure from him. The cute girl was lost in a frenzy of licking precum from his shaft and scrotum. Without even sucking on his cock, Daddy was nearing an orgasm. Britney's mind felt like a white light had blotted out. The woman that caught his attention had just stepped into the club and was trying to look cool and one of the crowd but considering what she was wearing, that was going to be a hard thing to pull off. As she walked up to the bar next to him he took in the tight-fitting jeans that looked to be poured on her, and her button-down black blouse, showing a peak of a red chemise. This was about the norm for the women in the club but what set her apart was the clothes all appeared to be brand new; as.