Originally posted on opentgc.com. This is the thrilling conclusion to the “Blackmailed” series.
A police officer walked into the room, and spoke into his walkie talkie. "Eyes on target, I repeat eyes on target Ken Haynes." He then walked and placed his arms around me. I didn't know if this was real or some elaborate joke by the man who was just killed not a moment ago.
"We've been looking everywhere for you. Thank god we found you," he said as he walked me out of the godforsaken place me and my daughter called our home. I couldn't stop myself from crying as I breathed in fresh air for the first time in a long time. When I saw my beautiful daughter, I ran to her and cried in her arms.
The officers drove us to the police station, and I held my daughter the whole time. We told them everything they knew, from receiving the message to being stuck in this body to when the officers arrived. After the interrogation, they offered to help us adjust to our new lives. We were given new identities, and new lives. I was now Kendra Mason and my daughter was now Adrianna Mason.
A nice young officer by the name of Rick offered to take us home. Overtime we kept talking, and eventually fell in love. We got married at the end of the year.
One night, me and my daughter were talking and something came over me. I passionately kissed her on the lips and she returned it. Almost instantly, our clothes were off. I held her head in place as she hungrily licked my pussy.
Our bodies were lost in pleasure as we took turns eating each other out, that we didn't hear Rick come in. Without hesitation, he fished out his hellacious cock and inserted it into Adrianna's eagerly waiting pussy.
We took turns riding him, sucking him off, and everything in between.
We were drowning in pleasure as we fucked into the morning. After all that we've been through, me and my daughter were finally happy again. I had a loving husband and beautiful daughter. Maybe being blackmailed was for the best. Without it, I wouldn't have met the love of my life.
The End.
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