”“And my personal account?” I asked.“You just bought a plane! You might have enough left for a few weeks of searching with a TAS, but then, ev...en if you found it, you’d have nothing left to pay to salvage it,” Vickie said.“What’s a TAS?” Izzy, my personal attorney, asked.“Oh, sorry. It’s an acronym for ‘Towed Array Sonar’,” Vickie explained. “You get a ship, and then you tow the TAS behind the ship on cables that are several miles long. Then you sail back and forth in a pattern and look for. . you know..." Denise's voice sounded scared."Oh, they'd never go THAT far!" said Cindy. "They're our DADDIES!" Wait a minute!" said Denise, coming to a halt. "Are you talking about sleeping with MY daddy ... or YOUR daddy?" Her eyes were big."I don't know!" said Cindy, embarrassed. "I was just talking ... that's all." You're a SLUT!" squealed Denise."I am NOT!" said Cindy.But there wasn't much conviction in her voice."What are we going to do?" asked Dick, when the girls had left."Why are you. Let me see your lovely panties."Janice no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled down, spreading them back so Brian could see her blue panties. She could not longer contain her emotions, her arousal getting the best of her."Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Janice. Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me."He wanted her to act like a whore,. I wanted to feelused and now I was getting it whether he could take it or not, I wasrelishing the pain and was heaving in a frenzy of submission. Sensing thishe pulled his cock out of me and knelt up to prevent himself fromejaculating but I wasn't about to let him have it easy. I wasn't going tolet him out of this room without a significant donation of his juices deepin my ass. I raised my rear up towards him gyrating it around desperate tobe filled. Brazenly whimpering now I looked back at.