Melissa switched off the DVD and took me by the hand. She led me to the living room and started to undress. I quickly striped too and sat down in my f...avourite chair. Melissa sat in front of me in the armchair and opened her legs. I could not help but admire her body, she looked amazing. Melissa's soft breasts jutted from her body, with big puffy nipples. She had a flat toned belly and a short strip of hair neatly trimmed above her pussy. "Sean, stroke your cock for me. I'm going to play. Again I was pushed on to my back, this time I heard her bed side drawer fly open and the sound of some metallic bumping together. Liz cuffed my left hand to the head board and grabbed something shiny. To my discomfort it looked a little like a drill-bit. “LIZ! What the fuck?” She glared at me as if telling me to ‘shut up’. Again, I should have known better. My mind raced with possibilities until I recalled a brief conversation from last week. Liz was fascinated by sex toys for men, in. “This was a mistake.” I stood up. “What you do with your sisters is your own, and—”Clint grabbed my wrist as I went to move around my desk. He stood up, too, his eyes serious. “I can help you.”“What?”“There's nothing wrong with wanting to love your daughter,” he said. “To satiate your desire for her so long as she wants it, too.”I swallowed.“So you have to know if she wants it,” Clint said. “You have to seduce your daughter, discover what she craves, how she can love you back. Does she want you. Yet again, he glanced at the hand truck as if it were a new Mercedes. “Shit, that thing will come in handy,” he told her. “I wish it had been here when I built the rock wall in the entranceway. It would have made one hell of a difference with all those fucking rocks I had to carry.”Jasmine thought back to her last meeting with the General. One of the last things he had done to try and discourage her was to remind her that Morales’ speech was gruff and full of profanity. “He’s a lifer. He isn’t.