She felt his thumbs probing at her sphincter as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and she yelped as he gave her another soft slap. The sweet girl flinched as a hand reached out to brush her long, red hair from her eyes. The poles seemed to lock in place on the corners of the table, standing vertically, and she allowed herself to relax, resolving not to cry again. Emily simply nodded, terrified, and the man walked around to where she could see. He was middle aged, with short dark hair and a hint of grey. She could feel his hot breath on her smooth, soft skin, and she could see from multiple angles. She recoiled in horror as his teeth grazed her clitoris, wailing in despair as her fathers tongue slid up the length of his little girls little pink slit. He stood silently in front of her, admiring her pleading look for a second before kneeling in front of her. He smiled, and the host said “I think she likes you!” with a laugh.
