She never talked about past boyfriends, which he had been thankful for. He looked at his watch, then her. ‘Can you do deep throat?’ he asked. ‘...Sure, no problem. Is that what you want?’ Jade asked, and saw him nod his head. She hiked up the tight dress around her waist. It revealed black stockings, held up by straps from a suspender belt. A white thong formed a tiny triangle between her thighs. Robert knew she wasn’t comfortable wearing a g-string, as she liked big comfortable knickers. When. She glistened. She blurred. My secondself in a way. Almost as close to me as Sarah, my closest of the closeones. I wanted inside Michelle's mind. What must she be thinkingabout that trip? What were her feelings about her dad? What the fuck was a dad, anyways?People hurt you. Parents hurt you without even meaning to, whiletrying to help you. Everyone was kind of selfish in a way. I wassuper-selfish. More and more I did whatever the fuck I wanted. DidMichelle need my help? Could I. We had a rough patch because well I'm always horny and since I know I can have her whenever I want I take advantage of it. We hadn't spoken in a little over a month long story short we got into it at a family gathering and I almost blabbed her secret about having a man on the side.Anyway she agreed because she wanted to get away from the cold weather and sit by a pool and figured we could make the trip together knowing we had not been speaking. My wife dropped us both off at the airport my MIL. “I have no mercy. This bitch made sex slaves of mychildren.” “We will do anything you ask, Mr. Johnson,” Becky said.“Anything! Please, sir, please!” Christen stroked her daughter’s head to reassure the girl.“We will do anything, Mr. Johnson. Please do notprosecute,” Christen repeated. “Then, you can do for me what my children did for Becky.You both can be my sex slaves.”“Alright. If we must,” Becky gasped but her.