The food was not great but edible and nutritious, and was served at regular intervals, as was high-class education in a variety of menial tasks such a...s cookery, cleaning, massage techniques, interior decorating, basic mechanics – in fact just about anything a slave might be expected to do for the average household owner. In the evenings when the doors were locked and the lights were turned out, Rhiana was free to have her own dreams, her own thoughts, her own fantasies, and late at night, when. I promise I will keep my mouth open....OK then mommy you had better...because if you dont I will go to the park restroom down the street the one where the toilets are always backed up...and I will bring you a treat from there and feed it to you.Helens face was completely horrified by the thought of that no no I will I promise.Seconds later Helen could not hold it any longer her bladder was on fire from trying.She started urinating and the piss splashed down on her face and into her. I don't know how to say it." Bethie you make me so happy. You are the best daughter a father could ever dream of."Next came the photos she took herself, and the photo of her resting against me. If had doubt when we were on the sofa, I was certain now, seeing the photo, what while she took the picture, she was having an orgasm. In the image I saw my eyes watching her face, adoringly, as her eyes closed tightly and her lips parted. "Daddy." She spoke as if to tell me what she had been trying to. . uh... Rhonda, you know Shelly Belison don't you?" Uh yea... uh sure but what...?" Rhonda stuttered, looking at Jennifer for an answer.. "It's a long story," Jennifer said. "Let me go get a bottle of wine."A couple of hours later, Rhonda left Jennifer's house. Her head was spinning with all that she had learned. However, there was great relief in her heart. She went home that night with a plan, schemed up with her two new friends over several bottles of wine. Her father was going to be in for.