“Are you alright?” he asked noticing her expression.“Yes, why do you ask?“I don’t know. You seem different. You look different.”“I’m t...he same old me,” she struggled to smile while squeezing her legs to slow the flow.“I guess,” he replied shutting the tailgate. “Can I ask you something and you won’t get mad?” She cringed. She was in no position to get mad about anything.”“What is it honey?” she asked looking around for something to clean up with before entering the house. “I won’t get. His mind was infected with lustful thoughts of his daughter. The smell of Michelle's pussy was becoming the reason for his existence.The other two weeks of the cycle, he ogled his 14-year-old daughter's body whenever his wife's interest was occupied elsewhere. It got to the point where he purposely looked at his daughter's body while she was paying attention. When this first started happening Michelle quickly shifted her eyes; but lately she didn't. She almost encouraged her father by not. I did say it was highly unusual, but he can be very, shall we say, persuasive?”“You mean he offered you a large lump of cash?”“Well, yes, he did. But he was very insistent that if I thought it was inappropriate he wouldn't do it. And you can rest assured that I'm not going to do anything with it; I have the reputation of the agency to think of. You're not angry with me, are you, Evelyn? You're rapidly becoming one of my most popular and in-demand girls and I'd hate to upset you.”“No,” I. "I never wanted any of this." she cried and Stephanie could feel a lump in her own throat. It wasn't what she wanted either."Look, I'd better go." said Stephanie, already feeling that she was in deeper with Denise than she knew was good for her and she could feel herself drawn closer because she actually wanted to be friends with her, despite what she had to do."Do you have to go?"What could she say? Denise looked so alone. Never mind looked, she was alone. It was just a case of her being in.