Chapter 963 I Want To Suck Your Cock, Daddy:>Ep1

• I had been in my bed, under the covers, crying, for about an hour and ten minutes, when my father enters my room after knocking very quietly. It's about two A.M. on a Wednesday morning, with the rest of the family asleep and the house silent. He pauses - it feels like for a long time. Then his feet takes quiet steps across the floor. I squirm with a tighter grip on my knees. He sits on my bed.
• "Angel," he says. I feel a hand on the back of my head. He's stroking my hair. "I -- I just want to say that I'm really sorry. And that what happened tonight will never happen again. I've always been --" he takes a deep, pained breath "-- a man who can't keep his emotions in check. And after seeing -- after seeing you. Well. Something I'd thought about for a long time just took hold of me."
• I could not respond with words. I just cried silently. I had accidentally sent a naked picture of myself to daddy's cell phone instead of my boyfriend's. A couple of hours ago, he had taken me down to the basement, into the laundry room, and made me take off my clothes. He then took off his pants and rubbed himself all over my breasts, my hair, my face, until he came on my shoulder while he held my face against his upper thigh. I had told him no but my dad is very forceful and abusive and he had ruled our house without any regard for our feelings.