crying (2)

"It looks like you're **** her," Phil said, taking another step into the room.

"Please help me, daddy! I don't want this, and I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't stop!"

Another step, and Phil was entirely in the room. "I can't let you do that, Jay." The older man looked at him, not moving from between the eighteen year old girl's thighs, just watching.

Haley breathed a sigh of relief until Phil's hand dropped to the front of his pants. "You aren't going to do that unless we come to an understanding. I get a piece of her, too, and I want her..."