."Vikki looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. "Just one little suck daddy. It's so big and tasty. One little suck wouldn't hurt anyone. Please..."... She could see the pained expression on his face as he fought within himself. The urges towards his daughter with the morality of the situation.She helped him make up his mind by gently stroking his cock continuously."OK baby. Just one suck, but only one ok? God we shouldn't be doing any of this. I'm your father!"But Vikki didn't hear his last. That was good, as it only meant enduring two hot days in the burning sand.John instituted strict water rationing, no water for anyone but the animals, nursing and pregnant women, and children under five. After the second day, 36 hours away, he would reevaluate the situation, and give the remaining water out on an as needed basis to the worst cases. He needed everyone to walk who could, and he removed the wheels from the palanquin as they would be useless in the sand, and had the guards in teams. No freckles, no stretch marks, no blemishes, just two flawless handfuls of flesh. I almost don't want to damage them." He sighed. "But c'est la vie."He withdrew a cordless hand drill from his bag, and Maya flinched away in terror, falling over onto her side. A long stream of desperate noises came out of her mouth as she did her best to scream for help. Unable to get back up with her arms bound, she began desperately wiggling her way across the room, trying to at least reach the door.John. Not that it was huge, it just wasn’t small. Lots of room to spread out. A ping-pong table in one corner, a pool table not far from that. In the opposite corner, a large bar. 6 different seating areas with couches and loveseats, each of which could seat between 8-12 people. Mixed around the room were tables that would seat 4 to 10 people. This was a pretty nice place. Lots of wood and earth tones. Very warm and inviting. When I arrived, the general manager, his wife, and a few of the department.