“How are we looking for this evening?”“Excellent, as always, mademoiselle.” The Frenchman maintained an eloquent expression, but the proud gli...t in his eye never escaped me. Alain had been with me since the beginning, helping me get a grip on the industry’s ins and outs. There were actually a couple of times I offered shared proprietorship of the club, but he always refused. The graceful bastard.“Have the twins arrived?” I asked.“Oui, mademoiselle.”I scanned the dance floor, searching the mass. And they kind of amuse me.One thing is panties ... underwear ... Well, she doesn't wear any. She's got about 5 pairs of panties ... a couple that are real sexy, and a few granny panties. But she never wears them. Never has, since I've known her. She goes commando almost all the time. Now, this is great, in my opinion. I like being able to reach into her jeans (which I do, all the time), and find nothing between my hand and her snatch. When she's wearing a skirt, I like being able to reach under. Dad IS a stud". They both realized what they had said, and stared at each other in shock. About that time they heard their dad tell mom that they should straighten up a little and kiss the kids good night. Sue and David hurriedly crept back to there beds and pretended to be asleep. When her dad kissed his supposedly sleeping daughter, she remembered how those same lips had suckled on her mothers soft full breast. She wondered where else those lips might have been recently and found. ”“I believe Xavier is okay where he is. And, if he isn’t, it is entirely his choice,” Lucas answered.His ass was feeling much, much better. Cory exhaled, as he felt the hand creeping between his ass cheeks and fingers slowly teasing his hole. He bucked his ass up, wanting more, the safety of the act, the safety of being embraced by Lucas again. The hand descended, touching his balls and cock, stirring the organ back to life.“What do you think of this, Cory?” Lucas teased. “Was your punishment.