Any attempt to refuse or run off will I promise result in your next film being a bdsm and snuff job at that. It was not a request, or please would you..., that much she knew, and a shudder ran through her as she contemplated the film and ate the meal. Anyway, after a night of fitfully sleeping, the breakfast eaten, she showered then shaved with the throw away razor`s they provided and showered yet again, she dressed in the clothes provided, white shirt, white vest, blue knickers white socks,. She turned around smiling at me and planted a kiss on my lips. The noise of the shower had meanwhile been replaced by the sound of Chris going through my kitchen drawers in an obvious attempt to get some breakfast going. I had only just placed the tip of my tongue over Angie’s still closed lips when we were once more interrupted by Chris yelling, "Breakfast! If only I could find the fucking coffee machine..." I sighed and we both went downstairs, naked bums and my semi-erection on open. I am one of the owners, but only one of six, so I can be outvoted, too, and I kind of hope that I am at times.“Now, I’m not going to welsh on my bets, either. If I win, I win, and I’ll enjoy pegging Nathan, though you can bet that I won’t stop taking Nathan’s cock back there. It will be communal property like my pussy. If I lose, well, then Nathan holds all of the cards and you’d want to be nice to him if you want a turn in my booty. I don’t want to own any part of myself, but maybe that’s just. He expressed remorse that he had taken advantage of his drunk daughter; I took advantage of his guilt. I managed to steer the guilt trip to my needing an advance on my allowance. Dad fished out his wallet and gave me two twenties. I got the feeling he felt absolved by giving me the cash, but no matter, I was happy with the money. By the time we’d finished our pancakes, we were relating on a father/daughter level again. When payday came dad gave me my $50 allowance. I looked up at him,.