I hope you enjoy the story.Day 11I wake up late in the morning. The first thing I wanted to see was what’s on Dwayne’s hard drive. The drive doesn...’t appear to be encrypted. I find many documents related to school and private matters. For an extorter, he absolutely sucks at security. I’m glad his mom doesn’t know how bad he is with computers. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bought that shit story about him being accepted at a technical university. But where does he hide his porn? If. Me mind were made up.“Marry me then our Lucy!” I says.“‘Course I will,” she says, “Lets nip off down vicarage and set things in motion.”“Bugger me tha’ don’t hang about.|” I admitted.“I had a good teacher,” she smiled. We picked up us snap and headed off down vicar’s place.Vicar bloody near had a fit, “But she’s your daughter!” he whined.“Step daughter,” Lucy reminded him, “Him and me Mam ent married any road and me half sisters is all bastards.”“I wouldn’t call all of em bastards, bloody. Then we carry on over to the door that is marked up as toys and we enter the room and the first thing you notice is that one wall is mirrored and the ceiling is as well and the floor is glass. As you look down you see that there are people in rooms involved in all k**s of different acts of sex and this brings a big smile to your face and then you take a closer look at the room and your smile gets even bigger and the sight of all the toys that are in the room from love eggs all the way up to the. Men would oggle him, examining his butt and legs and breast, hoping for sexual favours. He knew from his own girlfriends that no matter how businesslike a woman dresses, once she's on the streets wearing a skirt, she's a sex object to every man that sees her. He'd done it to woman himself. Now it was his turn. He stepped into it, and carefully pulled it up over his hips. He felt the silk of the lining brush against the nylon of the stockings, and tease the small area of bare flesh that made.