It was good to see the lord sir and his sister not arguing.Bee quickly lowered her eyes as a myriad of thoughts came to mind. Perhaps she thought, she... had been going about this the wrong way. Perhaps, she should go about this a lot slower and softer. Another smile came to her lips, yes, the lord sir seemed more receptive to actions like that.Hartwell caught the last of the smile that had graced Bee's lips. Oh shit, what was going through that devious female's mind now?Even as Hartwell was. She giggled a little when she remembered that daddy would call it "tapping a spring" when she would cum, and he explained that would help Dickie squeeze in, but then she began panting, "Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy!"Then she let out a sharp cry as her first orgasm broke, daddy licking up her sweet little girl juice like it was candy, making yummy sounds.Her body seized, and quivered as the pleasure swept through her, and she grasped her daddy's head in her little hands, bucking her hips up into. ’ He said aloud. ‘I swear, if that woman isn’t home when I show up there will be hell to pay.’ But he knew that would never happen. She was under his spell. His curse. Being too much woman for any other caliber of man, Marcos gave her something she longed for. Something she knew she needed. Something deep, wild, and true. As the elevator reached the top floor it slowed to a screeching stop. Years and years of use with little to no maintenance sometimes caused the sliding doors to jam and today. But about a half hour later, she had seen Helen watching her husband and Sandy flirting, and remembered what had happened. Dread had filled her, until she remembered that Helen hadn't even batted an eye at the display. She hadn't even seemed to be upset at how Davyn, who, either despite or because of his best attempts, had ended up with a lap full of bikini-clad Sandy. Still, it had been crystal-clear to Joan that this was no fling for her, Sally and Eric, and she wondered just how they were.