Don't you think you'd better look in on them?" Oh, shit" Gerta yawned. "Mommie's able to take care of herself." Fuck, Gerta," Rachel said. "You look t...ired. Why don't you go take a nap and I'll finish this poor boy's lunch?"Gerta stuck out her tongue at her cousin. "Fuck you! And this happens to be our breakfast."Rachel giggled. "At this hour?" Then she looked back at Frankie. "You must be some hell of a fuck!"Gerta grinned. "You can bet your fuckin' life on it, cuz." She set a plate of bacon. One of the cretins picked up a stick and switched it across my dear's buttocks, leaving a red swelling welt. Another freak tore off the leather strap on my pack and began whipping my ass with it. All the imps were now jumping like deranged Indians around a campfire, and it seemed that more of them were tugging and pulling at their misshapen and swollen genitals. The damned imps were fucking masturbating while they teased, tormented and tortured us!The more the creatures groped and pinched and. . or even Mike . . . so how about . . . just Daddy for tonight?”“Cool,” said Kayleen, reaching across and holding her friend’s hand, “but you gotta come down here on the floor with us DADDY!” Mike slipped down off the chair, in between the girls, still looking straight ahead at the screen that had now turned to black. The girls moved over on either side of him, unclasping their hands.“You deal, Ana Leigh . . . you are our guest,” he said passing the deck to her. Both father and daughter. He’s not only good-looking, but also athletic, cultured, and kind. I came to work early this morning in my usual working black dress, 2′ black heels, and sheer tan pantyhose. Just before leaving for dinner, I changed quickly in the restroom for my date. I changed into a flared black skirt, sheer white blouse, black garter belt, sheer RHT off-black stockings, and even sheerer black panties. I imagined what I would look like–pretty hot–but classy. Only I would knew what I had on underneath. But.