. which we're going to have to do, *sometime*..." She cut me off. "I know where you're going with this, Jeff." She gave me asort of sad smile. "Don't ...orry about it. What am I going to say? Don'tshower? Don't change clothes? Don't... pee? Obviously, that isn't goingto work." I looked at her. "It does violate your privacy, though. It's unavoidable,but it does." "Jeff," she began, and she reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Then justthe oddity of giving a friendly rub to the shoulder of her own. If the worse comes to worse you could put an electric fire in where the fireplace was.”“Mmm,” this was giving Rebecca food for thought. She had bought this place for a song in the current depressed housing market, the hotel hadn’t been a going concern for a long time as the hotel and resort had gradually run down with the loss of the railway line. Ideally a local builder would have turned this building into half a dozen holiday apartments, but in the present economic climate and the rundown. His face was pressed against mine, and I looked at the front of the car. Cheryl was obviously jacking off Ben, but looking at me. Her mouth wide open in surprise, and I blushed and nodded. A minute later it must have been Ben's turn, as there was more movement in front. Then I heard him grunt his release as Mark was pulling out of me.The next day Cheryl and I met at the cafeteria for breakfast, then went to her car to get our jackets. I had not thought of where Mark would have put the rubber. "I'm sorry, Daddy." And I bet that you haven't done your homework either have you, youlittle slut?" Errrrrr, no, Daddy, I'm sorry, Daddy, but I haven't had time to doit." No, you've been making yourself look like the cheap, fucking, whoreyou are! Haven't you," Marcus pointed out."I'm sorry, Daddy, but I like my makeup, Daddy, and I wanted to lookpretty for you." Well, you little whore, as my daughter, when I tell you to do yourhomework I expect that you do it, and not lay on your bed looking.