Anna spent that day lying with her legs spread on her father’s bed. “Your seed is old,” she said finally. Anal sex But to the contrary, he seemed almost gleeful. That ungrateful prick of a son of mine was driving me insane with his possessiveness. But then I got to thinking; with the whore gone, you’re all I’ve got, and there are no women in town who’d have me. Sergei Ivanovich grabbed his daughter by the hair and pulled her over so Peshka could take a closer look. That ungrateful prick of a son of mine was driving me insane with his possessiveness. She could picture it now, a line of desperate men paying her father to have their way with her until she became pregnant, then raising a baby all by herself in this hellhole of a house. He brooded for a while. using you when he has you alone?” he asked, seeming strangely unable to say the words. He called her, “girl,” and, “Anna,” but never sister. Then Anna’s bleeding began in earnest. She stayed naked too, but not being outside, this was easier to take.
