“It’s up to Sarah anyway.”“True she should get a second opinion,” I suggested.“Did you ever meet with the Sheriff?” Melvin asked.“Not ...yet,” I said. Sarah and her mother overheard that comment. “I wanted to wait until Sarah’s charges were vacated before I told him to fuck off.”During the week of pure down time, Sarah, her mother, and I cleaned and reopened the store. I wasn’t sure how the publicity and gossip would effect her business. On the first day after the trial her business brisk. I stood. How he put her on her knees and fucked her from behind. She was cumming on my face as she told me all the ways she let him fuck her.She pushed me away and got on her knees. "Fuck me like he did. Hard and deep and rough." I slid my cock up her soaked pussy and slid it in. She moaned loudly. She told me it felt good, even though I was smaller than him. I began fucking her slow and easy at first. Then she demanded to get it harder and faster.I held her down and slapped her ass. I asked her how. Caviar spilling over her lithe body with tongues licking it off, like a director’s cut of a Marilyn Minter movie. Fire consuming her whole yet leaving her somehow intact, perhaps because of all the water. These were some of the images swirling in her inundated mind as who knew how many men scoured her young body. Not in a “fuck this bitch” way, but in a “give it to her” way, it being pleasure and themselves. Giving their best, not simply their cocks and fluids. As a reciprocal gift, not as. That and the daddy-daughter image got my cock stirring. She felt it and ground down with a little more intent.“Someone’s waking up!” she said, before her tongue found my ear.“He knows his favorite little girl is home,” I said.She removed her tongue long enough to answer me.“His favorite little girl?”“Mm-hmmm. Daddy’s little girl.”Her tongue shot back into my ear, hotter and wetter. She pushed down into my cock and started to rock her ass.“You know what?”“What?” I said.“You haven’t fucked me in.