" Ryan struggled for something to say. "It's not like that," she managed. "We work hard." Her father shot her a sidewise glance, his disdain evident. ...If you think that's work, little girl, then your mother and I did something wrong." Ryan excused herself through gritted teeth and went back in the house. She had to leave; her dad had pushed too far this time and she couldn't pretend in front of all these people. She made a beeline for the guest room that held the coats. "Ryan. Hey, Ry!" Evan. She just hugged me. "You're worried and scared." She looked into my eyes, "And you're trying to find a way to let it out." There has to be a better way." It was all I could think to say. I could feel the thought coming from Renée. The tension did need letting loose, but I didn't want to hear it. I held up my hand to ask for silence.I let Erin hold me for another moment when another phone rang. This time, it was Renée's. She went to my bedroom to answer it. She didn't bother looking at the. ."I was already getting out of my clothes." Watch, Gerald, see if this does anything for you. I always like to play with myself for my lovers a little, but I want to make it as nice for you as I can."Well, at least I was on familiar ground here. I had done this with the very first boy I had ever been with when I was thirteen " Al, start jacking off, daddy. I'll bet Gerald likes to see young girls with cum on their faces. Does that fucking turn you on? I'm going to do this for you, rub my pussy. Before getting out, Veronique said, "If you don't need your things, you can leave it in the car. However, take your towel with you, I shall put it in the washer so it will be freshly cleaned tomorrow." Well, I don't need anything," Sandra said and got out of the car. Sandra only took their dinner and her dirty towel with her.In the parking lot stood five other cars and there were still two empty parking spots. It seemed that this was the old unloading dock of the building. They had to cross the.