I sobbed quietly as his hand drifted down to my breasts. I never questioned the yelling that happened late at night, when my parents thought I was asleep. hqporner “Please Dad, don’t-”
I screamed as he thrust me against the wall with all his might. What have I done? I was 5’9. “Fuck yeah…” He groaned. Read 27993 times |
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Peter noticed the concern on my face. He hung up. I had to do what he said, or I would get whipped. I promised myself that I would never tell anybody.
