Today I’m your whore. Just like Mum was. And I’m going to be your whore for as long as you want.”“Sammie,” I said softly. “You have a li...e of your own. You should be concentrating on young studs who can satisfy your young cunt.”“And you think you didn’t?” she laughed. “Well no, maybe you’re going to have to do it over and over again before I’m satisfied.”“You know what I mean.” “Dad, one day you may meet another woman and want to fuck her. Then we can discuss my life. I may want to go. "Girls, I'm sure you're smart enough to know that I asked for some help clearing this room just as an excuse to talk to you. A chat only, not an interrogation; I don't do interrogations." They nodded. "First though, I really would like one of you to put some cream on my back. I think the laundry put extra starch in my uniform and it's making my back itch and, at the best of times, I cannot get my arms to most of it. I can wait until Kate or one of the others comes by but it would be nice to. I saw her looking at her husband and smiling, and I realised Vic was closing the door somewhere behind me. The five of us were now alone in the room, with the rest of the party still going on elsewhere in the house, and it wasn't hard to see that this was all pre-planned.Liz pressed her body hard up against Doris, and openly cupped one of her breasts while she started fumbling with the halter neck strap. Roy had tugged her dress high enough to reveal the lacy band round the tops of my wife's. I had a notification on Instagram. This was odd, I hardly ever had notifications as no one ever messaged me or liked any of my photos and people tended to just report the comments from my fake trolling accounts. I opened the app and saw that Tabitha had liked my comment. What? She’d actually noticed my comment amongst the thousands of others, and liked it? And what did she even like about it? She must have surely realised that it was full of sarcasm. I checked to see if she’d actually replied.