Another blow came, and another and another. Back-back-ass. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt; it was worse than the wooden rod for sure. Then he... went around to the front and fired a shot into her breasts, and finally, one into her crotch. Of all the pain she’d felt in the last day, that one was by far the worst. Her screams echoed through the room, and she had trouble catching her breath.“Please!” she shrieked when she finally did. “It hurts too much! I can’t take it!”“Sweetheart,” he said. "Rising from the bed I headed for the door."Hang on dad and I'll keep you company." Sara called to me.Glancing over my shoulder I saw her jump off the bed, grab a wrap and put it on, on the bed the vibrator lay glistening with her juices and I found myself wondering how they would taste and smell. Chiding myself for my thoughts I headed downstairs with Sara a couple of steps behind me, I flopped on the couch and grabbed my bottle of scotch while Sara poured herself a small gin and tonic. As she. That was an interesting night, I would analyse my feelings later, but myinitial impressions were very mixed, I was in a good place as far asintuition was concerned, my hormone induced feminine intuition liked 90%of the managers, but my male intuition disliked the same ones my femaleside disliked, had my feelings crossed over, probably.In my mind, the ones I simply didn't trust were Gino Agnello and DemisPatera,The ones I automatically trusted were Gunnar Ellstrom, Gunter Backer andBiba. When she noticed that I had caught her, she looked embarrassed and looked away. "I didn't know you had abs Kevin" she stammered. I smiled, saying "Everyone does" "But most guys have a layer of man boobs over them" She said. We both laughed at that. "Can I feel them?" She asked. I raised an eyebrow, which made her even more embarrassed. "Sure" I said. She hesitantly reached towards the bottom of my shirt. She grabbed it, and slowly pulled it up. She reached around the back.