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“She’ll even kill if we order her to. What do you think of that?”Karen looked at them with fear in her eyes. She asked, “Why are you doing this to me?” John looked at her and said, “Because we can Karen. You see, we’ve had our eyes on you for a while. You’re the smartest girl your age. Who wouldn’t want those gene’s in their family. That’s why Darrell asked you to the prom. He told us the whole story. How you refused to put out for him. How he took you to the old deserted logging road and ****d you. How he threatened you not to tell anyone as you were getting out of the car. We congratulated him and decided that we would play along with the story that your parents already believed and have Darrell marry you. You are to be not only his wife and mother to his c***dren, but his first sex slave as well. He’s off to a pretty good start in training you isn’t he Karen?” Karen started bawling uncontrollably and just shaking her head no continuously. John looked at Lynn and. . Christ Dad!”Her vaginal walls pulsated wildly around my cock as I hung in my pre-up position.I took advantage of her orgasm to feed her a little more.She went off like a rocket again and I gave her more.Every time she convulsed in climax I gave her more until the full length was inside her.She gasped, moaned and shuddered under me and I didn’t move for a few minutes, letting her get used to the fullness of my cock inside her.She was one tight virgin for sure.She wrapped her arms about my neck and breathed into my ear, “Ooh ... I’ve so longed for a Dad like you!.”I paused, to savour her pussy muscles rippling over my throbbing invader.“Aarr yea ... yea ... yeah ... fuck the shit out of me Daddy!” She cried.O K, now the little bitch had really asked for it.I unwrapped her hands from my neck, and, snaking my hand beneath her shoulders, held her wrists; immobilizing her.Now I could really drive into her juicy snatch.She moaned her approval, grunting with each stroke, unable to stifle.
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Later today, I think.“Daniel and I are going over to his place after he gets off work. He has the early shift today: Leona had a doctor’s appointment,” said Candace.“Oh, okay, well good,” said Ava.“Yes,” said Blake.The congratulatory noise was again universal.It had been a long day, but it was finally over. It seemed like we’d run out of half our stock since I’d come on at 7:00 a.m. But Hank and me had gotten everything restocked by the time Leona had come on. I’d no more than church-keyed my IPA than the buzzer buzzed. I went to the door only slightly miffed that I was not going to be allowed to relax.“Candace! Daniel!” I said. I was genuinely surprised. It was middle of July and it had been only a few weeks since I’d seen her, a bit longer in the case of Daniel.“Yes, Daddy, it’s a boy,” she said, and she was smiling.“Oh my,” I said. I had a thought. “Does you mom know?”“Yes, talked to her earlier today. I knew you were working so I waited till now to sandbag you,” she said. I’d not.

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