He always performs without Mum's or Sally's help as these do's can get a bit rude. He sometimes spices up his performance by getting one of the waitre...ses or a lady from the audience to strip to their underwear. This always goes down a treat, or so I've heard, for I've never been to one.Now I've left school, I don't fancy college much as Sally did, I've decided to help Dad out with his act. I've been doing this for him informally for a number of years, usually during the school holidays.. At that point I knew a nice quiet visit with my son was out the window. What started out with everyone looking at my seeping cunt and asking questions turned into all of them trying to grope my tits and twat at the same time. That turned into your regular run of the mill gang fuck which ended up with me having my legs held into the air pulling a train. I still have no clue how many ended up getting a little of something but it was way up in the morning when we finally got to go to sleep. I took. .. abilities. Him worrying was probably unjustified. But fuck, ain’t that what a father is for, anyway?He raised the shade just enough to see that they were stopped in Cleveland at the ugly and characterless Cleveland Lakefront Station. Ugly, ugly building. Nothing like the beautiful building from back in the day that it had replaced. Turning around he noticed there was a newspaper under his door. Standard first class Amtrak service, ya gotta love it, he thought.He padded over to the door and. Then I'll tie your wrists up over your head to the corners at the foot of the bead. You'll be under the covers and I'll sleep on top of you all night long. You'll be my human mattress." Oh yeah!" she gasped. "I want that!" Well, all right," he said."You do have rope, don't you?" Actually," he laughed, "I do!"He rooted through a trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out a white cotton clothesline. "You sure you want me to do this to you?" As sure as anything I've ever wanted," she said."All.