It had to be a trick. He had spent the day wandering aimlessly around the house, going back to double check the footage before wandering more. Xxnx She burned with shame, remembering his body pressed tight against her as she had struggled hopelessly against him. She was back in class, and after dealing with her father it was relatively easy to hide her terror when her a certain teacher had walked past. He wouldn’t have bothered with it normally, but it was from the host of the party two weeks ago. Of course he knew her password, she was his daughter. The footage didn’t show her begging and crying, it didn’t show her fighting, trying to scream through the gag. They stepped into one another’s embrace, a father comforting his beloved daughter and a daughter seeking the loving embrace of her father.
