A collector of fine objects might keep them in the boxes, forever. As someone who enjoyed watches, he took the other approach. They were to be worn an... enjoyed. He took a polished wood box from a drawer. It had a glass top and spaces inside for multiple watches. He fit the watches into the spaces and closed the lid. The box went next to the tray that held his keys and spare change.A small magnetic key placed against a specific point on shelving in the middle of the wall released a lock. The. 'Em's really into you, it's obvious, and I don't mind.''Really?' says Derek, looking rather sheepish.I shrug. 'Whatever makes her happy ... You know what I mean?'Derek blushes and nods.Emma returns and I inform her that Derek's coming home with us. 'Oh Derek, sweetie, that's great!' she erupts, smiling seductively, gazing at this gimp as if he's the man of her dreams.We drink and chat a while longer. Derek, nervous and hot to trot, rather gulps the rest of his beer, but me and Emma take our. I put my lips to her rosebud and kissed gently, I heard her sigh and ever so softly push back against me. I began to violate her with my tongue as I pushed past the tightly closed ring. I fucked her with my tongue until it ached and when I stopped, she whimpered in disappointment. I picked up the lube and poured it into the crack of her ass. I massaged the scented oil into her back and her cheeks but most of all in the crack between them. First, I reached under her and stuck my oily fingers. I'll bring them over, and we'll have a lot of fun, Daddy. Isn't that hot?”“Yeah,” he said. “But what would your mother think?”“She won't care,” I said. Not since she was whoring the four of us out. “And I think Kimmy will be spending a whole lot of time here. Jalal has such a crush on her.”Daddy's face darkened. “With an American slut?”“Maybe he likes watching,” I said, patting his crotch. “You sure did, Daddy.”He let out a loud growl. “You are such a wicked daughter, little flower.”I fluttered.