On top of that, Kate swayed her tight ass erotically. Mike turned his head and kept on walking. The day was so good that he thought, “If everything...goes right, I’ll try to talk Ted out of turning Clair and Kate, mother and daughter, into whores. I think he must do it for his old friend. No big deal!” With that intention Mike stepped inside the Sperlings’ house. Clair, Kate’s mother, was still there where he had left her before. By the stove, cooking some soup. “Hello again, honey,” Mike. The boiler room came back into view as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Light from a small emergency exit sign combined with that of a red warning light on the electrical panel prevented total darkness. The air was smokey, yet no flames were evident, so whatever had burnt seemed unlikely to erupt into a larger fire. Regardless, the smell was awful, like burnt plastic, rubber and motor oil. With all of the machines off, the tinkling of the little bells dangling from the metal clips pinching her. That way they won't be fighting the protection and to be honest what could be more scary than not knowing what the real threat is? If they're not strong enough for the truth than I doubt they'll react any better to what they're making up in their own imaginations. I don't know these girls very well yet but I can tell you they're not stupid. They can guess how much the five of us are costing you and they're not going to believe that somebody is going to pay that kind of cash for nothing." Mmm, I. Sitting crossways to her in my favorite chair, I couldn't help but notice the way she looked as she sat there enjoying her breakfast. I mean I obviously knew she had matured, and we'd certainly had several interesting "sex" conversations over the years about boys in general, but I'm not sure I had come to fully appreciate just how beautiful my own daughter was. And even more importantly, just how truly mature she really was too. At the moment, she was wearing one of my discarded night gowns, an.