Have fun!”Bryan and I started dancing as the two of them went towards the fun rooms. After a few minutes our curiosity got the best of us, and we ha... to see what was happening in the dungeon. As I neared the room I could hear a female crying out, in both pleasure and pain. I looked at Bryan, and said, “You know something that sounds like Jennifer’s voice. I would have never guessed she was into this kind of stuff.”Bryan winked and replied, “Yah never know nowadays. I myself hate any kind of. O-M-G!Lidia was giggling. Don't get me wrong, we weren't that close. We were probably about 20 yards away.I looked over at Lidia, and I...I think she was touching herself. I'm not sure, but I couldn't see her hand.I was more then a little inclined to do it myself. I may have pushed on myself a couple of times as we watched.Other people were. Stepping forward to the first guy on his knees. He was sucking them in turn. One guy was roughly pumping inside his mouth...he coughed and gagged, but the. I didn’t say it to make you feel bad.’ He paused and looked off across the fields. ‘You don’t have to tell me, you know. It’s none of my business.’ She handed him a couple of full baskets and headed towards the barn with the others in hand. ‘No, it’s fine. I mean, I guess we’re friends right?’ She gave him a quizzical look, and smiled as he nodded. ‘I dated a lot through college and afterwards, but mostly short term stuff. Then I moved in with someone . . .’ she shrugged. ‘Oh?’ She was dating. They didn't like her father. Most of them respected him. Some feared him. Some even hated him. Butnobody seemed to genuinely like him. Worse, he seemed to be a differentman - a stern, disapproving, rigid authoritarian who seemed to live onlyfor the company and his career. It was hard to see the loving man she had shared breakfast with. That wasn't to say that he didn't smile. But his smiles were professional- expected gestures, nothing more. Even she got only the briefest ofsmiles. Her father.