”I shook my head. “I have a lot to learn, Daddy.” I swallowed. “Are they ... pornographic?”He smiled.A wicked, hot thrill shot through me. I...shuddered and squeezed his hard cock. Pornographic films. I didn’t know what made them stag or blue, but I was eager to see other people fucking. It was so hot when I watched Daddy fuck Donna Paxtor. I licked my lips and hopped out of the car. A hot shudder ran through my body as I stepped into the warm day.I moved to Daddy, hooking my arm in his as we. She pointed to his usual spot on the floor and he sat. After that, shetried to pay as little attention to him as she could, knowing that theaffect her silence alone might have on him.Chad sat down and drank his bottle while he watched her. The worry overhow she was going to punish him was still foremost on his mind. But shehadn't said a single word to him since they had gotten home. He beganto wish that she would say something, anything, even yell a bit. Justso he could know the eternal. Aaah”. I said “yey puranay kapdon ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ab Indu. Tu meri aurat hai ab. Teray ko sab naya saamaan milega”. She had no bra on as was typical of maids in those days. Free breasts. Fondling one tit with one hand, I pulled the string on her petticoat. It fell to the floor. She was wearing very old looking panties. I ordered her “utaar isko. Poori nangi ho ja meray liye Indu”. She wordlessly slipped off her panties. Then I ordered her “chal bathroom mein”. As she turned away from. I finished my report and emailed it to my investment group partners.I began packing up, laying out an outfit to wear tomorrow. Removed my wig, brushed my teeth, and retired for the evening. Chapter Fifteen: Back To DenverI got out of bed on Friday morning, showered, shaved, put on a matching white lace bra and panties, then applied my makeup. I had decided to wear my a-line dress with elbow-length sleeves, white with blue chest pockets, shoulders and belt, and a pair of white walking sandals.