.I don't know," Ashley stammered.Daddy moved her so she was straddling his lap and looked her in the eye. "You need to learn what happens to sluts who... wear slutty panties." Ashley looked confused and said "What do you mean?" Daddy grinned and said, "I think you know what I mean." He motioned to her growing breasts which where now sporting big nipples. "I think you like being a slut Ashley, why don't you be a slut for Daddy." He grabbed her hand and put it on his hard cock, straining through his. We didn’t look at each other but we kept talking to her son. I slowly started to apply pressure I was rubbing my 7″ full cock against her ass crack.I started rubbing it hard. Meanwhile I kept my hand on her shoulder and started to rub her shoulder. She got up and pushed me. She whispered that her son will see. I thought that’s a green signal, she wanted to do it but not in front of her son. But I was not in mood. Her son was practicing alphabets and we are standing at the back. I whispered that. "Well, come on in Sophia, you're just in time. I'm heading out in about ten minutes, so just make yourself at home." as I watched her do just that, walking with pep, toward the livingroom. I paused a moment before closing the front door to watch her walk down the hall, with those wonderful breasts bouncing as she turned the corner.For a tweenager, it was an easy gig for easy money, as basically Sophia just had to hang out at the house with my son for a few hours or so, feed them breakfast and. Before their wedding, Henry had told Josie everything, but that was when they were convinced that Firouze was dead. He would not deceive Josie."I'd have to tell my wife, Evelyn. She knows about Firouze and me and I won't lie to her." No way! This is extremely sensitive." Way! Josie has to know I am seeing Firouze or else I won't do it. She'll sign the confidentiality documents. I assure you that she can keep a secret, even a dark one." She's a British citizen now, isn't she?" Soon, and she's a.