A Prisoner Of Lust
Jeff stood at the front door waiting for his daughter Cindy to come
down from her bedroom. Nervously he straightened his tie and
checked his finger nails, tonight was going to be a big night for
him and he wanted everything to be perfect as possible.
Hearing his daughter’s approach, he could not help but cast a proud
gaze upon the treasure of his life. Smiling broadly at her, he
could not help but wonder at how fast she was growing up, although
she was only twelve, she gave more than a hint of the effect should
would have upon men when she was fully developed. Her face was her
most striking feature, with large mysterious eyes, a classic nose
and chin, a smile that could launch a thousand ships and pale
…End of the part1. To be continued..