”“She wants to be daddy’s girl?” Craig joked.Dennis looked embarrassed, “Erm ... that’s a bit of a problem actually.”“A problem?”“...Lindsay is really against the idea.”“She’s your concubine; you know she doesn’t get a say,” Craig advised.“I know that up here,” he tapped his head, “but she was my wife. We were picked up just over a week ago and we’d been married for twenty-two years. It’s not easy making the change.”“Have you fucked your older daughter yet?” Craig deliberately used crude language. She did not react. She was wearing a black colored half sleeved salwar kammeez which used to really look great on her. I held her tightly and kissed on her neck.Then I made her stand and turned her towards me. She was not saying a word and had closed her eyes. Then I gently put my lips on her lips and started kissing her. She then she put her hands around my shoulder and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. I held her as tightly as I could. My heart was beating fast and so was her’s. I could. It goes off again at 5:23, and I grudgingly roll myself out of bed. You’re up already, the early bird, brushing your teeth at the sink as I stagger, squinting, into the bathroom. Dodging your hand that shoots out to grab my ass (it’s way too early for that), I turn on the shower. I need hot water. Really, really hot. I brush my teeth and wash my face as I wait for the water to reach the correct temperature. You keep stealing glances at me in the mirror, staring at my tits as they strain against. There was an option at the processing plant to have Angela put on display after she had been butchered and gutted, Five hours and a slow garrotting gave another 2000 in the final payment and so we agreed.We met the family at the processing plant, Angelas mum and dad and brother and myself. They would all be there to watch and take part if needed, there were a few jobs that her mum had already stated she wanted to do...So we got in the queue and soon we were standing at the desk, Angelas.