At the end of the summer, during the company party at McClain’s house, Jim, with his arm around the shoulders of his demure, smiling daughter, annou...nced how proud of everybody he was including being mature adults and pulling together to bring the company back to its highest-level efficiency.By the middle of that summer, she had worked out an incredible schedule where each man was sharing her equally. With Darren—the youngest—with whom she shared the most sex originally, he still wasn’t. It was great and I'd been able to lose myself for a few hours."Cindy!" Peter frowned as I'd just ruined his shot and I rolled my eyes."Sorry!" I sang softly, wrapping my pouting lips around the vanilla ice cream and trying to remember to turn my hips this way, arch my back that way, look at the camera ... yeah ... all natural ... oops! A large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my well-tanned flesh and into the valley between them.That got a soft sigh from the gathered. She rushed upstairs into the room. It was still pretty empty but she had a lot of plans for it. But for the moment there was only a drawer and a pink crib next to the only window in the room. She walked up to the crib and saw the young girl, crying hysterically. Her arms and legs amputated, she just flailed hopelessly inside her crib. The bandages on her butchered limbs had already been removed. Her scars would likely heal fast enough. A big pacifier was stuffed in her mouth and secured there. Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with dishes. She had turned out to be a fine young woman, with that perky ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short skirt. It was so close...Yet, there was something he was supposed to do, or not to do? There was something... “Daddy?” his daughter called to him, blue eyes sparkling. “What’s for dessert?” That... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different kind of hammering. He smirked and got up.