’ – Antonin Artaud I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was still confused. It all s...eemed like a dream, a nightmare. Images flashed in and out of my mind of that awful motel room, images of the bugs crawling on the mildew stained walls, the filthy sheets, and of Klaus. I had the water as hot as I could stand and I had taken some sleeping pills. I stared with fascination at the light glinting off the edge of the razor blade. It was. We always joked and made fun of our chemistry teacher. She was chubby, had short red hair and she was always dressing fashionable ( those clothes were a little bit to tight for her) One day, she heard some of that stuff, and forced us to stay after classes to clean her lab up. It was dark and we were alone, we had a lot more to do, but we decided to take a rest.- I'm sorry Alex, its all my fault- said she.- No,no, its my fault, I called her a fat cow after all.- Yes, but she heard me, its my. A long moment passed as Jim and I silently stared at the flesh before us, a clock ticking away the seconds in the kitchen and my daughter's soft sobs the only sounds to fill the air. "Come back up here and sit with me, Jack." Jim broke the moment with his next direction, "get yourself a front row seat for the show your little whore of a daughter's going to put on for us next" Jim continued. Lost in lust, almost drooling and my rock hard cock throbbing painfully as the sweet aroma of my. Anabel’s breath expelled from between her parted lips in a delighted gasp as her nipples peaked pleasurably between her fingertips, her top teeth biting into her lower lip as she pinched them firmly until they burned with a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Pinpricks of pleasure radiated outward as she continuously rolled her pebbled nipples between the tips of her fingers, trickling ever downward towards her already aching core as she alternated between punishing pinches and gentle circlings.