She worked as a laundress and had had just enough to eat and live since she was eight years old. Christmas always a lonely wait as if etched in time....Sadness shown in her face that was etched with sorrow , but yet a beauty to many as they looked into her eyes as they passed on the streets. Walking Alicia looked into the store windows gazing as she always did this time of year. The winds not as cold as they had been when she was small. People passed her and looked twice at this creature with. I was in a state of shock at this point, a nurse is one thing, but my own daughter, with her grandmother helping! I felt the bed move again only this time it was Sophia (my mother-in-law) she climbed on top and stared moving slowly (God she was tight) she only managed to get part of me in and she came, she then started again this time she got a bit more in and I came, so much it hurt and I cried out, she then looked into my face, I saw mixed emotions, fear, embarrassment, then suddenly she was. But she was also wearing high heels of the same hue as her blouse, which made me grin: For all her protestations, crying, and begging "NO, Daddy, STOP!" over the years, my baby girl was, at heart, a whore, just like all other girls and women."Strip," I instructed.Her breath hitched, her eyes clouded, and tears began to run down her soft, alabaster cheeks. "P-Please, Daddy," she sobbed, "I-I-I thought it could be different this t---" Strip!" I commanded, and, knowing her fucking station in life,. With that she carefully placed the phone on the shelf alongside the bed where they both could see it and then she spread her own legs and followed her friend’s example. It was but a few moments before the pair of them was mutually masturbating; busy fingers flicking across stiff little clits; hands squeezing and massaging their own and each other’s tits; gasping mouths kissing each other; licking and sucking on the stiff little button-like nipples. All the while keeping their attention focussed.