Hi,

This write up was posted before by the name of The Domination Kin, and refused by mistake by the system when I tried to redact it.

I re-posted it with the sec part and some slight changes.

Hope you enjoy it.

Cheers,

A2O

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sweetness twisting

Part I

-Intro-

When I decided to come spend the weekend at my hated father's beach family, just two weeks after my divorce, I had absolutely no idea it would end up in pleasure, pain, and death. Yes, death.

Did I deserve revenge on my father, a chance to fix my marriage for good, and a gross teenage missy allowing me to carry out my every flex desire ?

Probably not, but this is just what I got.

After eight age in a marriage that started and worked out as a muckle, and spending most of my lifespan focusing on getting and becoming rich, that's what I got. Out of the blue, as if it was meant to be. In the most unexpected of fashion, I have to tell you. Sometimes you just have to take the risk of exposure if the prize is Charles Frederick Worth it.

The principal piece of the mystifier and the reasonableness for all of this was my exquisitely enticing and vernal step-sister Carolinas, so let's first with her. My Carol.

-Enter Carol-

I will get you to the important part, then later on I will say why and how it happened.

Cigarette in hand, I turned left at the main corridor of our reasonably big beach house, the one at the back of the star sign, with huge windows facing the ocean. I headed to the bar at the billiard room to get yet another dose of whisky and, all of a sudden, I bumped into her. The one who at the start of the day was my exclusively viable company at that star sign, the only person that actually felt like family to me and that I felt at least a slight pleasure being around, but at dark already inhabited all the thought process in my head.

What was she doing showering after midnight I couldn't figure. Nor did I maintenance at the moment. What would happen after the towel she was wrapped in fell to the floor was even more unexpected.

She just gasped, alarmed, frozen in property. Her slender and everlasting figure was completely exposed for me to see : around 5'5"( 1,65m ), beautiful budding knocker crowned by scant brownish tit, her lightly tanned skin glistened at the silvery Moon that bathed us from the big glassy windowpane. Her yearn and wavelike Inner Light brown pilus fell over her back and covered her berm. Her habitual impassive, unimpressed, and blasé look was gone. Carol's eyes were wide like I had never seen, and she stood right there, immobile.

When I think about it, I couldn't move as well. Except from my eyes. sentence seemed to finish as I delighted in the mass of her, my eyes all over her body ; from her trembling total mouth, to the beautiful thin course of pubic hair that topped the delicate mound of her snatch, to her shaking little hands, down to her minor princess'feet.

Maybe it was the blessed alcoholic beverage that made me preserve my cool. Maybe it was just the certainty I felt about how I could, if I wanted, own that missy. Maybe it was just a deep feeling screaming from the bottom of my subconscious telling me that, yes, she was mine and, yes, I could go for it. Another portion of me felt like she wanted this. She wanted to be taken by me.

It translated to my deep, hoarse part sounding as secure as always, and as certain as ever. Even though I whispered not to fire up up our parents."commit me one good understanding not to labor you against that rampart and impart you what you deserve ?"

She inhaled deeply. I could palpate the reverence in her. carol was terrorized by our Padre just like I was a lifetime before. Even so, she looked to the white wall I pointed to, between two window, then looked back at me,"Would you take fear of me, the way you said before ?"

In short : dominating, owning her to the very core of her being, doing as I pleased, when it pleased me, but then tending to her wounds, to all of her needs, her affectionateness, her mind, her life. That's what I told her it was supremacy properly done, not the dogshit housewives fantasized about, nor making part of a society good of rules. If this is my world, those are my prescript. As her reality seemed to be as dark as mine, she asked me, and I explained. Even though, being so young, I didn't think she would try to put it to pattern so soon.

So that was what it was all about. She wanted out, just like me. I started guessing that deep down, beneath all her word, all the crusade she did to continue herself on the pedestal my founder stranded her onto, she was just as subservient as her female parent, or as mine was. Between homeschooling, being treated like a pet by my father and witnessing him treating her mother like a bawd for so long, she didn't know any better. We do, mostly, follow on our parents footfall. The difference was that we got along, we bonded, and I am better than my father. So she wanted it, I figured.

And yes, I could realise it adept. My way.

The mix of my own madness against my upbringing, empathy and the sympathy I felt for her made me give her a word of advice before it was all irreversible. Only one.

"I can be worse than him,"I said it as a ovalbumin lie, giving her a last chance to bunk, but getting closer and affectionately laying my decently hand on her left impertinence. I was hard as a rock already, since I saw her. Now I could only imagine myself pressing her against that rampart and fucking her, roughly, mercilessly, but I owed her that. I owed her a way out before I pulled her into something I wanted to do so badly and for so long, something she wouldn't be able to escape easily later on."My needs don't match what you need right now. I will love doing bad things to you…"I said while smelling her neck and feeling her frisson."But, yes, I will pack care of you, if you give yourself to me."I finished while touching her frontal bone with mine and looking deep into her eyes, green on John Brown."Your alternative. No turning back. I'm going to love stealing you from them little by little until there is naught left."

I thought about kissing her resistless sassing, but before I did she looked to the incline and walked away from me. Christmas carol delicately moved next to the wall,"What do you want me to do ?"She asked and then bit her grim lip, nervously. Her body language still had that mix of delicacy and elegance I knew her for, her formula though couldn't fell all the apprehensiveness, the fear…

"Put your hired hand on the wall,"I ordered while placing my hollow scotch glass over a little table last by.

Gracefully, she turned on her cad and I heard her breathing deeply while placing her slight handwriting on the wall. Instinctively, she tilted up her pelvis a piffling, arching her spinal column, her small heart-shaped butt up for me to see, as it was her offspring little kitty-cat. In that black and flatware lighted corridor I couldn't see her gloss, but I could envisage the beautiful tone of red the tenuous line of the visible labia had, as Carol had such red lip that no lip rouge would ever be needed for them to be noticed, wanted. She looked at me from over her articulatio humeri, from beneath ignition lock of hair. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life-time, right field there.

I moved my lots bigger and muscular body to her binding and grabbed her by the hair, pulling on it firmly while I unzipped my shorts and set myself free. She gasped loudly once, and again when I started rubbing the tip of my backbreaking cock up and down her midget slit. To my surprise, even with all the jumpiness, I could feel her a little wet.

"I need you to fuck that I'm going to be intimate you like the slight whore you are. I'll make love to you when you deserve it"and I started pushing myself in, pressing her against the wall.

"Aaaaugh !"She groaned in a high pitched phonation I didn't know she could produce, as her spirit was always silk, whispery, beautiful.

"silence, if they wake up I'll stroke you to their invertebrate foot and tell them what a little whore you are, coming to me naked in the middle of the night."I said while I started pushing in and out of her, trying to surpass the initial constriction of her Virgin pussy, and she gave me some beautiful muffled groans.

When I felt I was finally getting in, petty by footling breaking her, feeling her lubing me with whatever I was feeling there, her succus or her blood, her moan and her cry became more urgent. Even so, she didn't mention stopping me at all, her shaking little hands still on the paries exactly where I ordered them to be.

I felt good. Amazing, really. I decided to help her in the effort of making this happen, and with one of my work force grabbing her firmly by the waistline, I used the other to cover her oral fissure just by the clock time I felt my dick breaking through the absurdly slopped lips of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the taking into custody right there, my thick pecker ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby little girl. Now you are mine."

-Dom's Vision-

My name is Dominic Martinazzi Leighton, known as and on propose only as Dom Martinazzi. I am a thirty days old reasonably tall guy, celebrated for my company and the fast-growing way I approach business, my love for quick cars, fighting, whiskey, cigarettes and the undesirable attention of usual minded cleaning woman. I never cared lots about the reaction of women other than my wife, to be sincere, former than the I I marked as line objective and whom I was more than prone to make them wet themselves with bemire facial expression if that means closing a good flock. If I did, I'd be upset. It is unbelievable how many simple minded women finger attracted to a good looking, yet belligerent, rough out guy. That was exactly my case.

As a side government note, Carol is half my age. Do the math.

When I was two dozen eld old my mother died of lung malignant neoplastic disease. Apparently, being married to my father made her love cigarettes and the mind of a shortstop life, and I understand it. She married him at the same age Carolinas was now. He took her from her parent's planetary house, a very traditional Italian menage, married her, and did to her whatever suited him best - so, nothing unspoiled. A caged bird, as she used to say.

One year after my female parent died my dad, sixty by the meter, came back from a trip to Brazil married to a exemplar half his age - maybe I see a pattern here - and at the end of her not that successful career. The thing is, that framework had a girl from a previous relationship called Carolina. Six years ago, he already managed to address an even unseasoned and adorable rendering of Christmas carol like shit, somewhere between a burden and a pet with some commodity whoremonger to show his admirer. To my surprisal, differently from mine, her mom didn't tutelage. The framework wanted my father's money, and my father wanted to keep fucking the stupid model, so it was a perfect marriage that didn't have seat for a child.

At first I didn't like her at all. Even though I usually hate being around my father, I had to keep contact all the clock time. When I was eighteen long time old I decided that it was time to be by myself, so I started to go to pay for my sketch and left the sign of the zodiac. My father was against it, of course of study. As the domineering son of a beef that he always was, he wanted to keep shoving money from his world-wide Department of Transportation society down my throat and ordering me around as I frequented a college close by. What I did was scoring a job in a trade good agent company using the contacts I had with all my Fatherhood's"friends"behind his cover and starting a clientele from there, then starting my own logistics company with investors that trusted me for the job. In no time I had made a very undecomposed name for myself at the cost that I would, eventually, have to be in the Sami societal circle as my father. I had to keep appearances, as going publicly against my founding father would be terrible for business. It paid off eventually… As it was the but reason I got to bonk Christmas carol.

We would see each other at every event. I don't know what called my attention the most, the way my dad treated her, like a jimmy trained pet used to entertain his bunch and even moth-eaten towards her than he used to be with me, something I didn't expect to be potential, or how unlike from her mother she seemed to be.

While her mom was dazed as a tilt and a bulgy attention seeker, carol, when left alone, was always at some table reading books about fantasy tales or poetry, or quietly following her mom all around playing the theatrical role of the thoroughgoing little daughter. The matter is, when I saw her being thoughtful and appease to people, I couldn't see any trace of deception. She was a just kid, an introspective one, apparently very overbold, and one that would cry in muteness with her mind down after my dad treated her like scum, said some atrociousness to her mother or about her, or when her mom did the same.

Sometimes it was weird to see such a young female child feeling so ashamed, so self-conscious and, at the same time, having so much diplomacy, being so delicate. In no time things were sinking in to her and she developed a kind of blasé personality that, combined with how cute she was, started calling everybody's attention.

It took me a while to notice how, subtly, she always tried to be next to me. When she was in her early on teens, already the elegant-although-jaded looking and stunningly beautiful Christmas carol that I know today sat by me and my ex-wife Isabel for the first time and I finally realized that she wasn't, by far, as trash as her mom was. Not to say that she wasn't crank at all, I discovered that the cold looking front was aught but that, a front, a mask. She engaged lightly in all the conversations we had, and even got to be liked by my ex-wife which was something I didn't expect. Even though Carol and Isabel had many similarities, the difference was that my ex-wife didn't wear a mask.

-Isabel's Way-

When Isabel and I decided that there was no to a greater extent vantage in staying married, we amicably decided to end it. There was no drama, and there was no crying. Eight days of marriage, and it ended like it started : just clientele, partnership, friendly relationship. We were both in college, and she was four years younger than me, a Lusitanian international pupil. I graduated when she was still in her second yr, when we got married. Daughter of the owner of a huge and traditional shipping fellowship, the xviii class old version of Isabel already knew what she wanted for aliveness : being rich without working, and striking a deal with a hereafter married man which she would support, provided that he let her be as independent as she wanted to be. Her circles and her dad's service would give me a huge advantage on launching my vocation, and someone should use all the potential that the influence of her family had since she was n't at all interested in doing so. If we were n't so alike, we would probably be together still. We were both young, attractive - and aggressive -, and even if the sex was formal for the most of it, we figured out how to please each other without crossing any logical argument. Isabel was, and still is, a very beautiful woman. 5'9"( 1,75m ), slender, a former danseuse, her peel was of a flawless clean, and her hair always long and absolutely black. The cherry at the top were her silvery blue eyes.

I figured out after some months of wedlock that the only way I could get at to the lowest degree close down to the satisfaction of making her lose control and somehow torturing her, as there wasn't a single masochistic vein in her body, was through the use of vibrators and alike. After some round of drinks of sex, mostly at twenty-four hours that we would just spend walking naked around the house and engaging in all different variety of sex perspective, I would have her laying down in bed or in some very exposing positioning and, usually pinning her hired man with something - what she would normally try to stop in any other sentence that not the post-sex laziness - use the various toys we had to score her semen non-stop. With time I started buying different and more stiff clobber, and I would keep her coming for me so many clip that I got all variety of outcomes out of her : getting her out of breath, having her literally crying for me to check, make her squirt all over the place ( which made her so embarrassed and I loved it ), and the unforgettable and fatidic day in which she literally passed out. It took me more than forty instant to land her back, in which I thought I had killed my wife.

That was the day that I knew I really liked her and, as such, I had to let her go. We were not meant for each former, not like that. I would never afford her what she wanted, putting me into meekness in any possible way. I would also never be able-bodied to take what I wanted from her, and we were so sexually active that it was unfair to the both of us. As genitive case as we were, an open family relationship never even came to bear in mind.

We were both independent, controlling, self-centered, masochistic… It was a pity it was over, but it was also full that it was over. She could happen someone that matched what she wanted, man or woman ( I had a feeling it didn't make a lot difference for her ) to play with and I could receive that one to be mine. We settled transferring 40 % of our party to her public figure, as well as our apartment business district and the Mercedes that she loved. The significant thing to me was keeping the majority of ploughshare in the company, which would still hold back me completely in charge of the business sector I based my life on and still occupied to the highest degree of the thoughts I had in a day.

What surprised us was the many times we already had called each early for no seeming reason other than hearing each former 's voice.

-"Would you use up care of me ? ..."-

We were both at the pier this dayspring. My founder wanted us to go with him on his racing yacht for a drive along the coast. I wasn't in the mood for it but, as always, I felt somewhat obligated to. Business reasons. Thankfully, Carolina didn't want to go as well, as she said she always got sea sick - probably just a smart excuse to spend as little prison term as possible with my father, her trashy mom and all their bulgy, chauvinist friends.

"Bring her,"I heard my forefather oink back to his bitch while heading for the private pier beside the house.

"come on, honey."Natalia, Carol's mom, said while fixing the hilariously big beach hat over her head. She wore a light yellow Bikini that helped her tan calculate even more sound out. She was a gorgeous cleaning lady, I had to open her that. A gorgeously beautiful butt, silicone breasts and the Lapp compounding of really lose weight waist and wide pelvic girdle I could see in her daughter.

"Mom, please… I'll feel sick again. You know that."Christmas carol tried to beg without losing the calmness in front of me.

"Take your nerdy toys and follow me, now."She said pointing to Carol's bag, which apparently had a inner circle of books, a kindle and what looked like a slim laptop computer."There is absolutely no way I am leaving you alone in this house."

Carolina breathed deeply and, struggling, lifted her bag. I saw that as a very unspoilt opportunity to chuck them, so I took it.

"Natalia, I can take care of her if you want. I'm still hungover from last Night, so it is probably best if I stay."She looked at me for a minute not knowing what to say, while carol looked at me surprised as I'd been ignoring her since I got to the house last night. I knew Natalia was worried about my Fatherhood's response, as he is not used to having his orders contradicted, but I insisted."One of the reasonableness he used to convince me to arrive was to spend time with my family. I never had time to have a one on one with my little baby, so let me. It is going to be fine."

In fact the son of a kick called me hold up minute and insisted for me to come because we had two business enterprise collaborator vacationing nearby and they asked for me. Then, as some sort of loyal review of what was happening in his lifetime, so I could make to be included in his kin, he told me he had an eye operation a month ago, which forced him to use sunglasses at all prison term, and told me that Carolina was seeing a shrink and about to start on medicine. Apparently, she was feeling heavily depressed and talking about self-annihilation. It hit me as no surprisal at all, as I felt the same in my youth while living with him. What stopped me was thinking about my mom. If my mom was Natalia, though ...

Just the honorable mention of the words ‘ little sister'made her face lit up instantly. I knew that was something she would never ask coming from me, and I would, just like Christmas carol, try to do everything in my tycoon to appease the roll in the hay away from them for as long as possible.

"O-Ok. I'll talk to Normand. You two behave, ok ?"She said in an bunglesome joking tone, took her low and fancy sea bag, not even disguising the fact that she was happy for not having her daughter around.

We watched her walk all the way through the heavy wooden wharf to the yacht and disappear from sight before I looked at her."You don't need to make me fellowship if you don't want to, I was just helping you out. render me this bag, it looks clayey. Let's go back to the house."

After we got back home I went to the pool with a bottle of my front-runner whisky and a camp of cigarettes, sat on a chairman in the shade and just relaxed for a while. I didn't upkeep about Carol's whereabouts or what she was doing, she was free to do whatever she wanted, even if it was setting the house on fire.

Curiously, she appeared at the pool wearing a E. B. White Bikini, a thin red beach wrap tied around her waist and a stylish little hat on her nous. She looked gorgeous, as always, with her lightly dark-brown hair moving with the malarkey and her beautiful light tanned shin fitting so well her perfectly sculptured slight trunk ; skinny overall, rounded and soft looking where it mattered. I think that was one of the reasons Brazilian fair sex were so famous.

She sat at the chair right beside me carrying her kindle.

"Do you beware ?"She asked.

I just gave her a quirky look, she smiled at me, something rare to see.

In two minutes we were talking. Initially, only trivialities. She was surprisingly smart, as always and after a while I felt delighted to be talking to her, as she looked like she was having a estimable time as well. I started to believe what a shame it all was, the life she had, trapped with those two and only being able to see her once or twice an year at most and not being able-bodied to talk properly to her at all. For all I knew, they didn't let her deliver any money, she was home-schooled and her only supporter were the daughter of the disgusting people those two have around.

Then, in the eye of the conversation, while she played with her fingers at the screen of the Kindle, it lit up for a second display her library. It was just for a minute, so I couldn't see anything. Either way, she made a detail of turning it off as soon as possible.

I grinned maliciously,"Can I arrest on the volume you are reading ?"I asked.

"Hmm…"She panted, frustrated.

"semen on. Who else you think can mouth to you without being judgmental as fuck ?"

She looked at me for some minute, blinking, worried, frustrated. Then she just lit it up and handed it to me."Dom, can I believe you ?"

Her lilliputian hand trembled.

I took the reader while still looking at her. Could she ? What could it be at that library that would get her so upset ? domicile made arm instructions ? Terrorism ? A hundred room of killing yourself ?

"Yes, you can trust me,"I answered in the most reassuring way I could.

She took a deep breather and looked at me apprehensively while I browsed through her books. Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights ... The Mists of Avalon… Harry ceramicist, cute… The Hunger Games… twilight, ugh… What a gaga mix, I thought, but absolutely nothing abnormal or weird… Until I fixed my eyes in one al-Qur'an blanket : Fifty sunglasses of gray. I have to be kidding me.

I saw her tensing up beside me as my countenance probably changed. She had all the volumes and, after that, only books related to the discipline : sex, bdsm, kidnapped girl taken by aphrodisiac kidnaper, girl in love with a evilness devil, little girl caught by a Cosa Nostra foreman, a tale of a slave girlfriend subjugated and consequently in love with her master… All of them looked really fantasized and cheesy, but even so… Holy fuck.

I just looked at her. Christmas carol's face blushed scarlet and her eyes were down. I didn't know what to say right away, even though the reasons for her to read this kind of stuff were absolutely unmortgaged to me. A normal person maybe would make believe fun of her, or scold her. I wasn't a normal person, and I knew the home she came from.

"You don't need to be ashamed,"I said lightly, and she looked at me somewhat relieved, but still very stymy."Do you want to talk openly about it ? You can, if you want."I gave her her kindle back. The right she could do was to go along looking at the lecturer's concealment, so I continued,"If I tell you something about me, can you answer me something about you ?"

She looked at me, slightly recomposed and looking worry for a second base, then nodded.

"I am into this kind of hooey myself. I mean, not exactly that because what is written there is bullshit,"I laughed.

Her eyes opened wide,"You ?"Then she furrowed her forehead,"Irish bull ?"

"My metre to ask questions,"I said and she sat up on her chair as somebody who prepares for a blow."Are you a virgin ?"

Carol blushed vermilion, but contained herself, like getting back to the always unimpressed Christmas carol that I knew before. Then, looking me in the eye, she nodded.

"Ok,"I answered impassively as well. I already suspected that."Your turn."

"Why dogshit ?"

"things don't happen this way, and especially not the way described in Fifty Shades of Grey."

"How number ?"

"The principal character is not a masochist and she is trying to make a sadistic guy love her back by pretending to be, changing him. The sex picture are a joke, and so on… I don't want to say hoot about something you like, I am just telling you that in real liveliness things are really different."

"So you read the book ?"

"Yes, unfortunately, to have this same literary argument with Isabel."

"Is Isabel into this too ?"She asked wide eyed.

"Not really, kind of… She has a lot of free time…"

"So you two…"

"No…"and then, as to make her more comfortable, I decided to parcel a little more."In a way, we are both Christian grey. Got me ?"

"Oh… Oh !"She took one hired hand to her lips.

"This is one of the understanding we got divorced."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It is what it is. We are still friends anyway."

"That's good. I like her."

"She likes you too. She said she saw a lot of herself in you. I don't know if this is good news show though."I grinned, she laughed.

Then I spent at to the lowest degree twoscore minutes talking openly with her. Carol was feeling Thomas More and more comfortable with me, I said things and she listened attentively. I explained to her all I could the way I understand it. Why this kind of fake aggressive sex literature usually attracted people who wanted a more active sex life, to fantasy, and that it had enormous burden in the great unwashed who felt constrained, stuck, close. I told her how, without being actively pursuing this atonement, affair escalate to a certain degree of necessity for some variety of ‘ safety danger ’. I also told her that self-pity, self-degradation, and the feeling of hatred towards oneself can direct to extreme feelings… And she followed my telephone circuit of opinion. She knew I was, for the most of it, talking about her. I told her exactly what a sadistic soul felt like, from my own experience, and what a masochistic person usually was, also the wide raiment of things that can lead person to have this personality.

"So this is what you are…"She said more to herself than to me.

"I am the pure matter. I don't want to trace the prescript of a residential district. I just postulate mortal to give herself completely to me, to feel rewarded by succumbing to my will, to rejoice in all the joy, the pain in the neck, the feel of being completely and ultimately exposed, fragile, open. In payoff, she wouldn't have to worry about not a 1 affair in the world, because being mine, I'd take precaution of her, all of her, heart, body, and mind."

I stopped, getting out of my reverie looking at her to confiscate her reaction. She looked at me silently, the information sinking in. So I just added,"You will never jazz what you are until you have it. You can storm yourself… Or not. Whatever it is, don't lose time pretending to be something that you're not."

After that I poured more whiskey for me and offered her some."Have you ever ?"

She smiled,"No… Nor should I."

"Just a sip. Come on, let me be your first,"I joked.

She blushed, took the glass from my hand, sipped lightly and coughed loudly. I laughed out loud as she gave me back the glass making a face.

"This is horrible !"

"As almost good things in life, you have to get used to it. Then it is rewarding. Also as with most goodness things in life, it is not for everyone,"I said while drinking almost the whole glass in a single gulp.

Again, she got the reference. I loved how smart she was.

Carol then got up,"I think I'll jump in the pocket billiards for a little bit."Then she ceremoniously unfastened the beach wrap from her waistline, letting me see all her beautiful girly curves and slowly walked to the pool. While I admired her little torso and thought about all we talked about, still worried if she had noticed how intemperate I got throughout it, she stopped and looked back. For a moment she just stayed there. I didn't pretend not to be looking at her. For a moment we just looked at each other, until I raised my glass for her and smiled. She smiled back and jumped in the pool.

Soon the yacht returned and the house was crowded. Every prison term we run into each other we would mouth briefly, mainly making sarcastic remark about our visitor, about my dad, or her mom. Sometimes I would blame on her, sometimes she would pick on me back, which was unexpected, but I liked it.

After dinner party I couldn't see her anymore, I didn't see when she went to her elbow room upstairs, nor could I take her out of my headway. So I stayed on a lower floor drinking alone to try and put myself to an intoxicant induced sleep later. This is when I made a turn on the corridor and there she was, in the darkness, wrapped on a towel and nothing else.

-"... The way you said before"-

I felt unspoilt. Amazing, really. I decided to help her in the effort of making this happen, and with one of my bridge player grabbing her firmly by the waistline, I used the other to hide her mouth at the same meter I felt my dick breaking through the absurdly tightness of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the arrest right there, my thick cock ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby miss. Now you are mine."

I started moving promptly in and out of her. For a moment it was knockout to consider that this was actually happening, but her high pitched though sonant moans, and the oh-so-tight feeling around my member were there to tell me yes, this was happening, and it was even better than I imagined.

"Nnnnghh-Nnnnnghhh-HHHmmph-NNNGGGUUHHH ! ! ! !"She started groaning more and more, sometimes I heard joy, sometimes I heard pain. Her completely organic structure rocked with my jabbing crusade, her chest pressed against the bulwark. I wanted to commit on her whisker, but I feared letting go of her mouth and ruining everything.

My threat of giving her back to them was completely unfounded. I would never do that. While feeling her soft, warm piddling body pinned by mine, and the way she trembled, the way she showed me everything she was feeling through her moans, groans, cries… Not trying to hold out one unity time, even when I mercilessly pushed myself inside of her… I was absolutely enamor. Her tight piffling slit was getting warmer and wetter by the time, letting me get hold of further. I could feel the headland of my peter already reaching the thick parts of her, something that wouldn't happen with Isabel in this situation, but carol was unretentive, and felt completely different. Every fourth dimension it got deeper and scraped on what I now imagined was her cervix, the little missy would grunt loudly and her trivial hands would tremble, as would her everything else.

"NNnnnGH-NNnnnnhhh-GUUUUUUUH ! ! ! !"I started to turn evident that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from really screaming in no time. She had already closed her trivial hand into fist and unconsciously tightened the muscles of her stage, pulling them a little bit closer. I felt her juice running down my cock, though. And again, she never even mentioned to move away from me, to pee me hold on, she just endured it. Absolutely no way I could have sex what exactly she was feeling, apart from the pain in the neck of her virginity being stripped away and her young pussy being vandalized as it was being.

To her luck, or mine, I couldn't hold much longer either. So I just let it go.

I pushed it cryptical inside of her, she got closer yet to screaming loudly, while I myself grunted, realizing everything inside of her, all of it.

When I moved back and stopped pressing her against the paries she instantly fell, limp. I picked her and held her against me before she could hit the primer coat. My stage shook as it did her whole dead body. Her beat was fast, and we were both completely sweaty.

I touched her case, caressing her cheeks while she still moaned softly, and I wiped some of her tears with my hand. When I could finally see her in the eyes, I asked"Do you still want me to contain concern of you ?"

"Yes ..."

Part II

-My Carol-

She still shivered in my weapon system, her face snuggling my neck opening. Both of us catching up our breathing space, I had a immense grinning on my face, something she couldn't see. She had said yes, not thinking twice, right on after I had ravished her virgin pussy. There were groan, there was annoyance, there was delight - mostly by my parting, I presume -, there were tears, and, still, there was a yes. It was backbreaking to believe.

I tenderly touched her face and made her feel at me.

"I need you to go take a shower, clean yourself. Are you on the birth control pill ?"I ordered and then I asked, with a soft voice. sentence to take concern of her, as promised.

"I'm not, but you don't need to worry for at least three to a greater extent days…"She replied looking down, embarrassed."I counted the days."

"So you had it all planned,"I assumed in a mocking tone.

She looked even more embarrassed… Then I felt her tense up in my arms.

"There is something that you are not telling me…"I said, seriously."You are with me now. You could tell me anything before and I would still be by your side, you know that already. Now more than ever."

Christmas carol looked at me, her eyes still moist from tears, and she inhaled deeply, as if she was gathering courage to distinguish me something. I bent slightly and kissed her tenderly on the lips, taking from her what I thought to be her first-class honours degree kiss. She closed her eyes, and let it sink in for a endorse, then she inhaled deeply and said,"It's your father."

I froze for a second, and in the next everything made mother wit already. I felt a sudden urge to go upstairs and obliterate him, but I didn't. I had to infer what was happening. I know she was a virgin, but maybe I had mistaken all of this.

"Were you coming downstairs that way to meet him ?"I asked coldly.

"N-No… No ! He has been approaching me for some time now, and I know what he wants. I know he wants to try something on this trip. I can feel it. So…"She said with a die voice.

"So you decided that I was a comfortably option,"I concluded for her.

"After our conversation earlier today… Yes,"Christmas carol looked to the side, ashamed."But I wasn't trying to throw myself on you, I promise. It's just… I couldn't quietus, and I wondered if you were downstairs still… I remember you watching me at the kitty, and again at the political party. I'm young, but I know when I man wants me. I told myself that if you tried anything, I would let it happen,"she concluded. She looked so beautifully ashamed, and embarrassed… I loved it.

"I told you that you wouldn't know if you liked it unless you tried…"

"Yes…"

"Did it spite ? I mean, more than you expected ?"I asked, and then I grabbed her side, my fingers pressing her cheeks firmly and turned her face to me. She couldn't bear looking at me."I want you to look me in the eyes. Obey."

She complied,"Yes."

"Did you like it ? Me hurting you ?"

carol couldn't say it. She just looked at me, her optic wide. It was sentence for her to adopt what she was, and even though her wet pussy was answer enough for me, I wanted her to go through this. She had to see what being a submissive meant. Right now, that meant assuming openly that she enjoyed being abused and hurt by me.

She bit her lip and furrowed her supercilium. Carol looked so absurdly cute right now, the luminosity brown smash of her hair falling over her eyes, all ashamed and not knowing what to do, nautical mile away from the always composed young little girl with the constant uninterested look I knew from before. Even for a more mature, experienced woman, talking about affair openly like this would be a little too a good deal. For her it was influencing directly on the way she would see sex - and herself - for the rest of her life.

Did I regret pushing her like this ? Never, but I felt an extreme affection for her right wing now, her little body still trembling in my arm, where I could feel her soft, tender skin, and the way her whole self was shaking. I took her paw and passed her arms around my neck, then I reached for her pert, beautiful ass and I lifted her, making her pass her legs around my waist. She gasped. I put her against the bulwark again, on her back, and I got my face close to hers, my rim lightly touching hers. Her pocket-size knocker pressed on my dresser, her hard tit grazing on my skin.

"I won't let him do anything to you, I promise, no thing what your answer is,"I told her."But you have to assure me. Now."

Christmas carol gasped, then she looked me in the eye, and said"I can't know… I can't take issue what was… Sex and what was pain… But yes, I liked it."She took a inscrutable breath and continued, looking down again,"Yes, I'd let you do this to me over and over again if I could."

"So you are a footling whore after all… My little whore,"I said while kissing her again, slowly, guiding her to part her lips and let me search her tasty little mouthpiece with my tongue.

She didn't know what to do at first, but surprisingly, even with all the hazard of getting caught, I wasn't in a hurry. I took my time, and I let her estimate out how kissing a man properly worked. Locked between me and the wall, my coat of arms and men all over her little consistence, Christmas carol started feeling More relaxed, even her external respiration went back to convention. Soon I was hard again.

"baby, I am going to hump you again,"I whispered in her ear.

She gasped loudly, already feeling the tip of my shaft touching her crotch, then she laid her head on my shoulder joint, looking at me, completely at ease."Do I deserve love ?"

I smiled."Is that you asking me to be gentle to you ?"

"Dom… No."Her vocalisation back to her archetype whispery silken voice."I don't forethought if it hurts. It's worth it."

"Is it worth it escaping my father ?"I adjusted my position so the tip of my cock was at the entrance of her warm, hurt pussy.

"It is worth it being yours. I believe you when you say you'll take care of me. Can you picture me the difference of opinion one day ? Aaaaauughh ! ..."She groaned beautifully when I used her body weight to impale her with my cock again, first the head, and then forcing her down, pushing more in."Guuuuuuhh ! Ahhhhhh !"She nestled her font on my neck again, visibly resisting not to ask me to intercept, or to cry and wake up the total house.

"I will show you how sex without pain works, just not today. That is not possible while you are still a virgin. I'll show you everything…"I said starting to go in and out of her, her Brigham Young pussy viciously gripping my cock."I will cook you taste every single kind of pleasure imaginable."

I moved her up and down, moved my pelvic girdle to prepare the movement consistent, hard, rough. Almost my unscathed length moving in and out of her. She held me mean around the cervix while groaning beautifully, painfully. Panting, she showed me through her representative when it was hurting… And soon I could find pleasure in her voice. Probably due to the fact that I was trying to invalidate going too deep interior of her now, hitting her cervix. I was able to give her what she wanted after all, and I couldn't say that she didn't deserve it. Christmas carol's moan and cries through gritted teeth interracial with groan in her to a lesser extent urgent purring vocalism. We could see the sloshing, sucking disturbance her pussy produced. In and out, in and out inside my little sister, my little whore, my plaything.

I felt my sashay start to pulse again almost at the same time her moan started to become more and more urgent and I felt her start to pinch inside, something new to me. It was like she was spasming already, cumming. Her moans stopped, her breathing also, she just hugged me with all her lastingness and shook all over while I kept fucking her mercilessly, deeply, while her pussy forcefully stretched again to let me in, all of me. I felt myself cumming and I grunted, jolting once again while hitting hard against her so accessible cervix uteri. When I felt the last of it coming I pushed it deep, intemperate inside of her, non-stop, until I got deep than I had been once before.

Christmas carol only trembled, her weaponry and legs tensed around me, little and undistinguishable groan coming out of her mouth"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… ”. I pulled my turncock out of her slowly and when the big, bulbous head of my cock popped out of her, she gasped. She seemed in shock somehow, sharp, short breathing place, closed eyes and no early chemical reaction, even when I touched her face and asked her if she was alright. She took a long mo to come back to me, still spasming, convulsing almost, so I decided to lease her to my room. Fuck it if somebody saw the cum and blood on the base or her white towel on the floor before I could come back to ingest care of it.

I laid her sideways in my bed, her head in my pillow. Her pussy and legs, just like my tool and my own peg were a mountain, cum, but mostly blood, everywhere. I filled my bath with nice and hot pee and went back to take her. She was awake, but wasn't talking to me. carol looked at me through one-half open oculus, her yearn and slurred lashes hiding near of it, her entire red lips parted and shaking. I laid her down on top of me in the bath and she winced, crying when the water touched her about buck private part, relaxing only after a good XXX seconds.

I just ran my hands all over her, exploring every single inch of tegument of her awesome little body, while I said soothing Scripture on her ear, telling how perfect she was, what a well body of work she had done by not screaming while I fucked her closely short snatch for the offset sentence, and saying how storm I was to feel her reaching an orgasm with me. I had never heard of a girl reaching an orgasm by penetration on her first night, especially in a situation like this. Also reassuring words, letting her know that I meant everything I said. I was very satisfied, and I couldn't ask for Thomas More than this, so I just tended to her, caressed her, cleaned her, but she never came back to me completely that night, nor did I want to. Exhausted, carol fell asleep inside the tub while I caressed her, then laid numbly on my bed when I dried her. I rolled her on one of my reliever and silently brought her to her bed. I never meant to really wake her up.

"I hope you don't regret this in the morning,"I whispered while kissing her good night.

"... Never."She answered in an almost unhearable mumble.

-It's a new day, it's a new life-

It was still two in the morning when I decided to address Isabel because one, a small part of me felt like I had betrayed her, even though we got a divorce two hebdomad ago. Two, I had to tell her the plan I made while still deep inside Carol.

I didn't tending, I just called her. If she didn't pick up, it would be fine. If she said I was crazy for calling her at this time and minute, it would be fine. If she cursed me for even suggesting what I had in creative thinker, fuck it, I'd try it any way. She could squall the police on me for all I cared, it would still be worth trying.

"Hello."Isabel picked up before twice, and she sounded pretty much awake.

"Hey Bells. It doesn't strait like I woke you up."

"You didn't. I was absolutely awake… Thinking,"she sounded different somehow, restrained ...

"I have to tell you something,"I said, before she could ask me not to call her again.

"Me too, and I would care to pop out, if you let me…"She said, her voice composure and warm in a way I couldn't think of hearing before.

"Ok. Go ahead. But, delight, whatever it is, let me tell you what I want later. allot ?"

"Deal."

And then the call went silent. I could only hear her breathing.

"Isabel ? Are you still there ? ``

"Dom, you know how concentrated it is for me to compromise, to convert in any way. It is hard for me to think that there 's something missing in me… So it was heavily to make this decision ..."

She was telling me her grounds for the divorce again, probably trying to explain why I shouldn't call her anymore and crap this even harder. I couldn't stop remembering the get-go prison term I saw her, that stunningly beautiful Lusitanian exchange bookman, how our interests lined up immediately, how free spirited and how focused she was in making the world bow to her will. She was the most beautiful young lady I had seen in my integral sprightliness, the way that her porcelain skin contrasted her absolutely black, flowing and long haircloth, and her argent eyes always keen, always smart… After eight years, now, I was losing her for real.

"Bells…"

"Dom, let me finish please. This is already hard enough as it is,"she said, her demanding tone back for a s, yet I had never heard so a good deal emotion in her words before, not even when we sat to talk about the divorce for the first time."I'll try to be direct… Dom, I want our life back. I want you back, and if that means letting you do whatever you want to me, you have it. You can become me inside out for all I know as long as it means being back together,"she finished with a shivering voice.

Fuck.

Isabel told me how alone she felt without me, how she always thought we were together because of the deal alone, and how she felt she was wrong. Thinking straight, it was very tough to trust that two the great unwashed would be together for eight years based on a deal alone. Also, when that fatidic night happened, when she passed out because I forced her to have non-stop orgasms and two weeks later we filed divorce, Isabel admitted to having felt really scared for a long time. Then she admitted to me that she couldn't stop thinking about that night.

I was having trouble believing that that was actually happening, and I still had my plan to severalise her. I wanted to go back to her immediately. Just the view of having Isabel at my clemency, finally, was making me gaga. But I could do even better, for me and for her. Now I had Christmas carol. Now *we* had Carol, I just had to convert her both that this could work, which I was certain I could.

-In the morning-

I woke up and looked at myself in the ash grey framed physical structure mirror at the elbow room I was at. It felt like I was a different someone today. All of my most crude instinct were awakened endure night, everything I understood as being me was out there for the two women of my life to see. I looked at the mirror to see the guy that was bringing two of the most beautiful women to grace this planet to their knees.

What I saw was the Saame thirty-two year old guy, with brown hair combed back without a line, cold putting green eyes, and a trimmed dead body molded by years of fighting drill and

There were six people at the wooden table on the porch that break of day having breakfast. My male parent and his whore of a wife, Natalia. Carol, who had the most impressive poker game look I had ever seen, as nobody would ever reckon that pretty young girl elegantly sitting there having french goner, was being harassed by an old bastard that pretended to be her father, had been psychologically abused by her mother since birth, and, especially, that she had been brutally ravished last night at the corridor right following to this very Lapp board. Corridor that I went back to pick yesterday after talking to Isabel on the phone for some good two time of day. Also, there were a couple of my founding father's ally with us. They had spent the night here, in one of the client rooms at the first stage because they were too drunk to drive two blocks down the street.

So I was fucking carol against the wall of their room without knowing it. Apparently they were drunk enough to devolve out… Or they are as good as carol in hiding what they know.

My father was already inviting everybody for another tripper on his yacht, and I noticed how tense Carol got immediately. So I took the chance to use the visitors to my advantage."forefather, I won't be able-bodied to keep company you. Isabel is coming here, she arrives in one time of day or less. It seems like my wedding has not ended yet."

My announcement was followed an unison"Oh !"of approval and fake excitement. I saw carol's eyes widen, staring at me, almost in shock. What didn't help her maintain a strict face when I followed with"So I would also ask you to let Carol here to make me fellowship while she arrives. You know my married woman loves all of you, but she has special affection for my sister."

This was true. The last time they saw each other, carol wouldn't leave Isabel's English unless her mother came and demanded that she followed her to go harbor her poor fish guests. Even so, it was all over my father's side how wary he was. I didn't upkeep, as long as he let her stay. I would importune if he didn't.

But he did. After the Guest, The Thompsons, came to congratulate me on fixing my wedlock, he wouldn't spoil the mood by contradicting me and forcing her daughter to go on a trip with them in which, they already knew, she would get sick.

They left. I passed quickly by Christmas carol on my way to the kitchen and told her to go change to make me party at the pool. As distraught as she looked, she obeyed. I got to the kitchen and called Edgard, or chief of staff, told him that the yacht slip would necessitate at to the lowest degree three hr and that both him and the relaxation of the employees were off for the first light. I also told him that I'd be at the pool, not to be disturbed. He understood the distressfulness of my tone, nodded, and disappeared from batch, along with all the early three or four staff members.

Carol came back on her white bikini only, no kindle or beach wrap today. She had a common cold expression on her face and sat beside me without looking me in the optic. It was obvious that she felt betrayed. I calmly sipped on my whiskey, and let her stay in secrecy by my side for about five minutes.

"naught's changed,"I said, finally looking at her.

"How can you say that ?"She answered, still looking forward, straight face but tears in her eyes.

"Christmas carol, Isabel knows. She knows it all."

The Loretta Young girlfriend looked at me, her eyes wider than ever, rim parted in surprise.

"I called her yesterday to tell her about you, but she wants me back. I told her that the simply way for this to happen is to accept you in our aliveness. Come here."I said tapping on my lap. She breathed deeply, looking reluctant."Come, don't make me ask again."

She got up, took three steps, and sat on my lap. I pulled her closer, made her lay down over my chest and caressed her retentive and wavy brown hair.

"I won't let you go, you are mine. You are meant to appease with me."

"B-But how ? You have Isabel !"Her soft voice sounded lost, betrayed.

"You just have to let Isabel sustain you too, and I'll have you both."

She put her hands over my chest and propped herself up a bit to look me in the eyes,"What ?"She asked with her facial expression wax in incredulity.

"Exactly what you heard. I want you both, and after I told her exactly who you are, she wants you as well. If you follow my instructions, you'll be living with us in no time and we will all bear what we wished for. We'll give you a tremendous lifespan, anything you ever dreamed about, as long as you belong to us. What do you say ?"I finished while holding her by the shank, my gruelling on completely noticeable beneath her, and then I kissed her softly on the lips.

With her face still close, or noses touching, she whispered"Yes. If Isabel would ingest me."

"She will, there's no way she can resist you if I couldn't."

It took one hour for Isabel to get there. I took this time to make Carol distinguish me anything she knew, whatever she could, about my father and the way she treated her, what she had already done to her and how she was so sure he wanted to bed her. As I told her not to have got anything, so she did. She told me of every single time he"not intentionally"touched her torso, her pert and beautiful butt or her little and beautiful young breasts. Christmas carol told me he used to get inside her bedroom while she changed dress as soon as she had her first period, that he would even take the air inside her can while she showered, pretending he was just giving her orders that couldn't wait her to finish before they were heard, and that he had a monthly report from her gynecologist, a friend of his, that would tell him thoroughly every single detail of the visit. It was one other way he found to be sure she would detain a Virgo. Keeping the girl locked inside the sign of the zodiac, being home-schooled, not giving her any money ever and tracking her virtual life using ship's company resourcefulness weren't enough. All of those were information valuable to me and made me sure of what I had to do.

When Isabel finally got there, there was an undeniable mix of feeling. I was curious on how this would go, I couldn't decipher Isabel's expression, and carol, even though she visibly tried concentrated not to, looked absolutely nervous. Isabel walked to the pool wearing her big and fashionable Negroid sunglasses, a light sleeveless Robert Gray blouse, and a tight and black designer label pair of gasp. Tall, slender, gorgeous and intimidating as always to other fair sex, carol stayed where she was, sitting on her white pool chair, while I got up and walked to my once-again-wife.

I wrapped her in my arm, her waistline as thin as always, and I kissed her, what she reciprocated immediately."I missed you,"I said.

"I missed you too,"she said back, and looked at Christmas carol from over my shoulder joint,"Hi, Carolina."

"Hi… Isabel,"Christmas carol replied not knowing how to react.

Isabel inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, and then she asked,"Can I babble out to her for a moment ?"

"What, without me ?"I asked.

"Yes, without you. Do you want this to happen or not ?"She half scolded me, half provoked me.

"Ok. Do as you wish. Just be careful…"

She glared at me,"Don't you trust me ?"

"With my sprightliness,"I answered and let her go her way to Carol, while I went back to the house to get the bottle of whiskey. I felt like I would postulate the alcohol soon.

Before I left I could see carol looking at me with her widened, terrified eyes, not knowing what to do. I wanted to assist her go through this as easily as possible, but there was no early way I could make this go my way if I didn't let Isabel act. Also, I did trust her. If I was right about this, if she really had interest in Carol, she would score her powerful away. I just hoped she did.

When I got to the kitchen I filled my glass again and sat for a minute on a chairman, just reminiscing about the lecture we had yesterday. I was already very excited about trying all the demented things I always wanted with Christmas carol, and now I had Isabel. The woman which I knew and loved every exclusive inch of her marvelous white skin, and that I had for eight years but never allowed me to induce with her Sir Thomas More than unspoilt sex. She let me take in her ass only once, and she hated it. She would arrest me and kick any meter she would finger any nuisance, no matter how slightly. Isabel was about pleasance only. She was indisposed to anything she considered unspeakable, sodding or beneath her, which looked like she does, coming from an absurdly productive menage who treated her like a princess and being so self-confident, having so high-regard about herself, I understand. Then she calls me and tells me that it is all in the past, that she would comply with anything I wanted to do to her. She used the word anything. Then the news whenever. If this worked out, I'd be in nirvana. My heaven, where my women groan in sweet botheration and cry in overwhelming pleasure.

I went back after around ten minutes, and the sight I had got me very hopeful. The girlfriend were in a tight, loving bosom, carol's face resting on Isabel's beautiful chest.

Isabel waved to me,"Dom, facial expression at what I found !"she said playfully, then kissed Carol in the backtalk, which made the girl look very abashed, but made her smiling shyly,"Can we hold back her ?"

I got to my chair and sat down. What a beautiful sight those two were, absolutely dissimilar from each other and, yet, as gorgeous. They walked towards me still in each other's blazon. Isabel put one hand on her hip and asked,"How can we please you right now, my love ?"

I grinned, sipped on my whiskey, and opened my shortstop, my big cock standing proud for them to see."I can think of something."

Isabel looked at carol,"Are you up for it ? Can you use this beautiful lips of yours ?"

Blushing heavily, Carol replied,"I never tried…"

"Go on. Dom is a skilful teacher. I'll take care of you while you learn. Good natural process should be rewarded."

I looked at Isabel not knowing what she was talking about, but laughing, very pleased to where this was going.

Carol came to me, swaying her gloriously wide coxa, pushed her hair back, out of the way and bent over my crotch, her mitt to the slope of the chairwoman. She looked me in the eyes for a moment, as if asking if she should, to what I obviously nodded yes.

She then lowered her head and kissed the tip of my throbbing pecker, to which I moaned. Then she licked it, twice, until she felt Isabel unfastening the sides of her Bikini panty behind her, which made her await back, from over her articulatio humeri, gasping.

"direction on what you're doing,"Isabel ordered with her beautiful, but thunderous vocalization, always so confident,"No subject what you feel, don't stop. I want him cumming in your mouth before I make you come."

Fuck. Me.

That was it. It was happening. I knew it.

carol looked at me again, brows arched and up."sup it."I ordered. She parted her lips and put all she could inside her hot mouth. I moaned again, loudly. With the panties out of the way, Isabel knelt behind the young girl and made carol groan beautifully on my cock with the very first touch of her tongue on her untested pussy."I hope you don't idea if you taste my pecker in there, Bells."I said mockingly, sipping my whiskey, and letting out an casual groan while Carol tried things with her tongue.

Isabel looked at me from above Carol's beautiful rear,"You know I like the mouthful of your cock. And… I have to assure you… She tastes amazing."Then she went back to sucking and nibbling on our girl's pussy, making her moan more and more.

I put my hand over Carol's headland and started moving her up and down, slowly, making her bob her head to the gait I wanted. She started choking every sentence my cock went deep inside her mouth, but as the good girl she was, she never stopped. By the meter I felt myself coming, Isabel already made Christmas carol groan loudly, unashamed, but trembling all over. She came almost at the same fourth dimension I did, convulsing beautifully and fighting for air while I forced her to drink all of my cum. I came hard, even harder than yesterday, forcing my pecker as deep as I could at the end and making her come up choking, gasping, panting.

Soon as had Carol laying on top of me and Isabel sitting right beside me. I could feel Carol's taste while we kissed, as passionately as ever.

I couldn't wait to bring those two home, where we could start having even more fun.

I just had to get rid of my Father .