Daddy tells me all the time how I'm the "perfect girl friend" since he never has to worry about knocking me up or respecting me. I'd never come around... except to service his sexual desires and indulge in his perversions. His wife didn't tolerate anal so of course I became the perfect outlet - a willing cock sleeve.Its not all bad. There are times where I feel like I'm being treated like a high class call girl when he treats me to such things as champagne, recreational pot, fresh pairs of. At least I won't be the only one grounded this week.When Dad finally gets in the car again, we only get about five minutes down the road before he asks again, "You wanna tell me the truth now?" That was the truth. Alex an' Lisa had a big fight an' broke up. Or maybe they broke up first. I don't know but it was really bad an' I didn't think it was a good idea to have 'em both in the car at the same time." I guess dropping off the girls an' coming back for Alex was out of the question."I thought. " But not the other two," I speculated."He wants to talk to Lindy about them."We paused to watch the blondes. They had training and ability and bodies developed for dance. But little presence."I'm not much of a dancer," I said."You are Lindy's male dancer," said Zhenzhen. "Just as Sheila was perfect for her female." Sheila had training," I pointed out."Some," Zhenzhen responded, "but not in the dedicated way of most dancers who become professional, who perform with a troupe. But she could move,. Cooper's breakfast. I knew it would be unfortunate to delay hermorning meal on a day she was expecting visitors. She was prone toanxious anticipation when respectable guests were due. She relied on meto sort things out, and anything that would make her think twice about myreliability would only upset her. Nevertheless, there was the matter ofElizabeth's gown. I carried it carefully down the hall towards the backof the house, then down the stairs towards my quarters. I took the keyfrom my skirt.