Her love for Samantha was different than Jason's; she loved them both. She was sexually greedy and wanted pleasure from both worlds.Leaning her head b...ack against the mirror hanging on the wall in the small dressing room, Samantha felt Lisette hands slide down her waist to the elastic waistband of her silk panties. She knew Lisette could smell her strong scent and feel the dampness in the crotch of the thin material from her flowing juices as she bent to remove the hindering panties. Eagerly. "Lisa are you ok with this?"Lisa gave me a funny smile and looked both shamed and sexy. "Mark I have always known I was going to belong to you. Dad use to tell me when I was a little girl."It hit me she thought of my dad as her's and yet she was going to let me fuck her."You always knew?" Yes Mark, dad always told me that I was going to be yours. My grandma was your grandfather's half-sister and his mistress, so your grandpa was mom's dad. It is an old tradition here in New Orleans. Lot's of. This saved me no end of grief.I heard two of the rich boys screaming at each other in one of the rooms. I just grabbed a syringe and the bottle of T and went looking for the problem. I only had the one syringe but who would know?"Get your clothes off, shit heads, and do it fast." These two had my boot in their asses more than once so they knew there was no backing away from anything I said. In no time at all they were standing there in nothing but skin.I shot each one up with about four times. So, you’re saying that in fact, he’s not related to you?’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘We call him that, but he isn’t related to us. It’s just that we love him.’ ‘Ok,’ she said. ‘Do you feel afraid of him in any way?’ ‘No.’ ‘Has he ever scared you in any way?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you trust him?’ ‘With my life.’ ‘Ok, we’re done,’ She said. I had to ask those questions as part of the investigation because of the allegations made by the CPS worker. I didn’t believe they were necessary, but I’m required to ask in a case.