He was tall and broad shouldered an immaculate gray suit clothed his firm build. She dragged her gaze higher and felt a smile curve her lips. With his...midnight black hair that just fell short of his collar, chiseled features and blue eyes now darkened with lust she wondered why needed her. She squashed that thought quickly. Tonight she was his. Deep down she had a feeling tonight would be completely different from the other clients. "Stand up," he said, voice thick with lust. She slowly slid. The girls and the kids made some noise for a few minutes then I heard the van start up and drive off. A quick glance at the TV showed Jeff Gordon in the lead with 80 or so laps to go. I had almost drifted off again when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I recognised the soft footsteps. I smiled to myself and pretended to be asleep."Daddy?" I heard someone whisper. Her voice was soft and innocent. Angelic. Like a little girl's. "Daddy, are you sleeping?"Resisting the urge to. Bernie was stroking her shoulder, very gently. Jackie didn't pull away.We sped on, through the night. "Well, here we are, Jacqueline," chirped Bernie, "nice name, I had a girlfriend called Jackie once, lovely girl, lovely big bum and tits too, strong woman, like you, could fuck for England!" Bernie quipped to know one in particular, "had to let her go though, she wore me out!" Bernie laughed. "So, How did your evening with Ian go, you enjoy yourself?" Jackie didn't reply ... Then realising. And this was far past that. Even though she was peaceful and content asleep, I knew it wouldn’t last.The price that I paid for my decision was that we were no longer friends. I was now the embodiment of the greatest mistake of her life, no matter the fact that I had made sure that she had enjoyed it. The guilt would be real. I knew that she would feel this way, that on some level she would blame herself, knowing she was attracted to me. She wouldn’t know that I had engineered everything.It was.