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“I just- I just wanted to look sexy,” I squeaked, avoiding his eyes. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t do anything like that Daddy...” He stepped closer, his body almost touching mine as I pressed myself against the wall. “Don’t lie to me young lady! No boy is going to let someone dressed like you leave without enjoying you first. And if you’re half the whore you look like right now- you’d have let them. Are you a whore Amy? Is that how you want to be treated?” His voice changed with the question- deeper, huskier somehow, and there was a strange hunger in his eyes i dismissed as anger in my stupor. I looked down again, ashamed to meet his eyes. He snorted derisively, then suddenly grabbed me, one hand cupping my ass and the other grabbing my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, his body pushing forward against mine at the same time, pinning me between himself and the wall. I was vaguely aware of something pressing against my stomach as he did. “So you are a little whore,” he said with a growl. “Maybe I should show you what happens to whores who lie to their Daddies...” he said, then his hand slid from holding my face to grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His hand slid beneath my skirt to grip my ass tighter as he forced a rough kiss on my unsuspecting lips, causing me to cry out in alarm. I tried to push japanese him away but it was like fighting a wall. His kiss tasted like whiskey and felt like it would leave bruises. His hand left my ass and moved to cup one of my breasts, groping it hard as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Again I tried to fight him, push him away, and suddenly his mouth was gone from mine and he had grabbed one of my wrists, Fingering spinning me around and pressing me face first against the wall. I could feel the silk of his tie as he bound my wrists tightly behind my back before wrapping a hand around my throat and growling in my ear, “whores don’t fight back, little girl.” He jerked me away from the wall and forced me across the room, half dragging me to the couch, where he threw me down, my back against it. I looked up at him, confused and afraid. “Daddy, why are you doing this?” I asked, tears escaping my eyes. His gaze was predatory as it roamed over my tight young body. My skirt had ridden up, teasing a view of my thong as I lay helpless on the cushions. “I have tried to be patient. I have tried talking. It seems now the only Groupsex way to keep you from dressing like a whore is to treat you like one,” he said angrily, kneeling by the couch, his hands reaching down to pull up my shirt, revealing my firm young tits. “Don’t do this Daddy- please,” I begged pitifully. “Shut up whore!” He snarled, slapping one of my naked tits, causing me to yelp in pain and surprise. His large hands grabbed them, massaging them roughly as he enjoyed feeling the soft masses. Horror filled me as my tender nipples responded to the attention and hardened against his palms. He chuckled as he felt them, moving to pinch them hard, eliciting another cry. “Only a whore would get excited at her Daddy’s touch,” he snarled, leering at me. Then he leaned over, taking one of the tight nubs into his mouth, sucking it eagerly. Tears streamed down my face steadily as, much to my embarrassment and horror, his mouth sent tingles of pleasure through me. He bit down on my nipple and a cry mixed of hunger and fear escaped my lips. He heard the change in my voice and chuckled again, his hot breath sending small blowjob shivers through my chest. He attacked the other nipple with the same intensity, sucking and biting until I cried out again. He continued to ravish my breasts as his right hand moved over my body to my thighs. 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Cool but clear, empty except for a few people who were there minding their own business, and making Groupsex it their business to keep the noses of others out of their business. He tried to decline, but I wouldn’t hear Fingering of it and gave him another 3 $100 bills. Let’s just say that I have people to take care of and leave it at that.” "Do you come hard? Jennifer explained we were just mapping out how the brain responded to various stimuli. Then she asked, “Why haven’t you taken me back to that island?