No, I won't!" She pushed past him and ran up the stairs to her bedroom and hid under her duvet.Her bedroom door creaked open and footsteps walked in. ..."Sylvie, please, honey," her daddy begged.Sylvie her head back up and switched the lamp on and saw sadness in her dad's eyes making her heart melt. She got out of bed and hugged him. Her breasts crushing against his chest and his dick digging into her. "Oh, Daddy, I would do anything for you," she said."Help me then, angel," he said.She nodded and. But that's exactly how I felt.On my slow ride home I stopped to get gas and saw Hilda Johnson filling up her Subaru.Hilda used to work food service at the same high school I volunteered at. We got to talking and she brought up the subject of the principal at the high school. It seems that Bert had been suspected of having an ongoing affair with the principal, as well as with my cheating wife.I didn't know whether or not he was still doing Mrs. Ingham but if so maybe this could help my cause.. I still don’t know what that was. I only know that I don’t want to find out.I know I have to be strong. Thinking about what Sean is using to blackmail me isn’t helping so I took a deep breath and tried to fool myself into thinking I’m home alone in my room. When that didn’t work I just tried humming my favorite song and not thinking at all. That seemed to help a little, very little.I didn’t get dressed this morning knowing I’d soon be undressing in public with an audience. But purely as a. I usually change out of my work clothes when I get home but he liked my dress so I kept it on as well as the heels. Bad thoughts were going through my head...I had a couple of glasses of wine to unwind. Before long he called me into the room to show me his completed work. I praised his work and thanked him for a job well done. That's when he gave me that look.... and said, "You can thank me better than that." There was a split second of silence as I processed what he meant.I knew exactly what.