Maybe it was all this girl junk. Maybe it was just beingheld tightly. Maybe it was the way Joe put his tongue in my mouth orhow he softly bit my neck ...some. We ended up necking for a long time. Ithought I should try and stop him after a while but I was afraid he mayget mad. Or somehow realize I am Paul not really Stephanie.Truthfully, I didn't even know how to stop him!But then I felt him put his hand on my upper leg and began to softlyrub it moving from the top of it to the inside of my leg. I. “I fucked Laura and Abby’s Mom?” He took several sheets of paper towels to clean up his mess best he could.Brad cleaned up and quickly returned to Abby’s side. He brushed away several more strands of her matted hair then leaned, kissing her lightly on the lips, “Please Abby, I need you to live. I know that you can hear me. I love you, Abby!” He sobbed, tears flowing freely and landing her face.“Mom, I don’t feel so good,” Abby complained rubbing her right side.“Abby honey, your earthly body is. A bystander could spot a friendly gleam in her eyes, onethat could only be translated as joy of being back home. She quickly looked behind her - a glance to die for - to see whether shewas finally alone in her mansion. None of the servants had followed her.She was sure that her beloved husband, the Marquis, would out in Nice atan important alnd ownership discussion. She was alone in the house. Suddenly, she was full of determination. What was the graceful clickingof her heels, now became a. Nevertheless, whilst she wouldn’t be a slave, she had to understand who was the boss.I went over behind her and removed the gag. Joanna started immediately.“Daddy, thank god, do see what those fucking bitches have done to me? Release me immediately.”“No.”“What! Are you siding with those shitty cows? Are you going to let them tell you what to do? You don’t have any more morals than they do. I suppose you’re going to rape me and make me pregnant too.”“No.”“You bastard, you shit, you... “ and she.