I'm sure that he doesn't mean any harm."The fat ugly thing looked confused. "What the hell are you two sluts talkin' about? Now get in the van before ...I cut someone!"Suddenly the man looked past us and I saw a look of fear come into his eyes. I turned but couldn't see anything. Emma whispered to me, "You wanna hear this?" I just nodded.In my mind I heard a herald of trumpets followed by a voice that sounded suspiciously like Cecil B. DeMille in "The Ten Commandments". You'd think that Emma would. Bob was bored and eager to get to the next step.When they started repeating themselves for the fourth time, Bob cut them off. “We’ll call tonight at 8,” he said and hung up. Bob dropped the phone into his pocket. He sat on his chair and looked at Catherine.“Okay, that’s out of the way. Now, there’s another thing we have to talk about, and I think we’ll need this.” He picked up the strip of duct tape from where he’d dropped it and placed it over Catherine’s mouth. Her eyes widened in. Occasionally she would grind her hips a bit, and flex the muscles of her vaginal walls, squeezing his cock, then releasing the pressure. He moaned and shifted a bit on the bed, on the verge of cumming, but she held him there for several minutes before she granted him release. As she began to ride him again, faster now, she watched his face, loving that she was able to please her daddy so, and pleased that he was now fucking her own daughter as well, and looking forward to the time they might. "Darryl, can I give you a blow?" she asked. Dave smiled as he looked up. God, he looked so sexy with juices that Rachel came, right on his chin and on the bed. He started licking it up. When he was finished, he looked up. "As you were saying?" he asked."A blow. Can I give you a blowjob?" Rachel asked."I'd be dumb not letting you," Darryl laughed, and sat down on the bed. Rachel lay down flat on her stomace and wrapped her tounge around the head. She then started licking toward his.