Richards’s eyes widened slightly as he was reminded of how cruel Mr. Gaining an idea, Max finally climbed off of Lily and instead stood by her bedside. It did nothing to calm the burning in her nipples, face or clit. Lily nodded while frowning. “Breathe,” he ordered her. She did not see him taking out his phone while he set out a cushioned mat. “What about my badges,” she brought him back from his bliss. He pushed on her tongue so that the saliva pooling in her mouth ran to the back. She began to sob as she tried to pull away from him. He was starting to find it difficult to juggle his obsession with raping his daughter and his normal life. Max wound the fishing wire around the base of her breast to keep it deformed. Richards spent the rest of the afternoon messing with the video on his phone, making sure he was not recognizable in it at all.
