It was a usual boring midweek day lunchtime, I had heard him banging around upstairs as I was cleaning in the kitchen, I was putting some clothes in t...he washing machine when I thought I may as well go up and get the dirty clothes from the bedrooms I went into our room and picked up the dirty laundry, as I left our room and walked along the landing I heard a noise like a grunting or moaning, I walked towards the bedroom door which was ajar, as I got to the door I could see through the gap that. "Wake up, lazy bones. Rise and shine," she whispered in his ear.Peter Knight was dreaming about Trish Byers--and about his daughter.He was lying naked on a bed with two naked serving girls offering him platters of sumptuous food. The platters hid their faces. At his silent command, both women brought the silver trays before him, exposing their beautiful, lusting faces--Trish... and Davie! Then the girls formed a human bridge across his body and began to kiss each other. He caressed both their. What honor she had left, anyway. But Dennis had professional cameras and lights and a backdrop and he seemed to know what he was doing. When he asked who I was, Ellie told him and he gave me a weird look. Like I was the pervert, not him. "Ya fuckin' 'er?" he asked around his cigarette. I admitted I was and he said, "Cool." He told Ellie to put her clothes on a chair. When he saw her naked, he handed over the two hundred bucks and had her sign a model's release stating she was over eighteen. He. My hand runs down his chest, I believe this is the first time I have ever touched his cock that it was not already rock hard. I slowly stroke him and feel him begin to harden. He reaches down and pulls my hand away. I look at him confused.“You don’t have to serve me baby girl, not after what I let happen to you.”“Sir, what John did is not your fault, please let me serve you.”“Yes it is, I brought him into our lives, I shared you with him”“Promise me you will never share me again, please.