The flesh along either side of her ribs was pitted with small circular burn marks, likely from lit cigarettes that someone had pressed to Claire’s s...kin. The skin along her upper back had a large number of small, shiny patches of burned skin that had healed into tiny teardrop shaped scars. Lacie had seen scars like that before, when her father had burned himself with exposed wires when at his job as an electrician. Someone had tortured Claire, burning her with electricity, over and over again.. She soon started to come for her morning visit after she had woken up and before showering so she was still wearing her pyjamas and dressing gown.The pyjama top was soon left in the house and later still the bottoms, she was just wearing her dressing gown. Not every day, but most, I was woken by either a breast being rubbed against my lips or her soft, hairy pussy lips being pressed against my face. Licking and sucking on each other would get her very wet, and sometimes would end with her. I had not been touched or kissed by any other man for over 17 years. It had been years since I had felt the touch of any man’s flesh make my heart hammer like this. I cut the cord myself and let the blade fall. I nodded weakly. He wasted no time as he pushed me back on the bed and kept my face covered with the towel. His hands held the towel loosely in place at first as his lips and tongue quickly found the soft flesh of the top of my breast. The heat of his body over me melted the core of. I was then informed that the first sex Annie would be getting after she got married wasn't going to be from me but from her own father. That's one tradition I really didn't care for. Especially since I had to watch them.Annie was on her hands and knees looking back as her father stripped. After he was out of his clothes, he had me step behind Annie.He pointed to Annie's pussy and said, "Early this morning I had sex with her and unloaded inside of her in both holes. Then we put these inside her.