"That's not the real reason, of course. I don't know if she's bought it, but she's thinking about it."Are you not worried at all about being seen havi...g sex with your daughter on the internet?"I'd effectively be behind the camera, they wouldn't see my face, only my dick, and I don't think anyone will be recognising me from that. As long as we don't tell anyone, then there shouldn't be a problem. Is that your main concern - that we might get caught? Not that you'd be sucking your old man's. She went inside. She'd find my note soon enough.I drove off. As I did I was thinking of our girls. Soon, I would have to tell them, tell them something. But what? That their mom and I had fantasies that had come back to bite us in the ass? That was the truth, and the truth didn't look too good. Maybe I could come up with a plausible lie. Fuck! For a smart guy, I sure wasn't thinkin' too smart—if at all.She sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands, her cell phone on the table in front of her.. I didn’t meet her until I’d moved to a city that was a good six hours away. We went out and had a good time, but I lived six hours away, so it was fun, but that was that. One time they all decided to come and visit and she tagged along. She said she thought it would be fun to go for a trip, see the city where I lived and have some extracurricular fun too. We knew the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. The night they arrived she stayed with me. We fucked and had fun for most of the night. She. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself; now comes the finale. I’m going to have to reposition you again. You have a choice, I can knock you out again or, if you promise to be good I’ll do it without the chloroform. Are you going to be good?”Ryan slowly nodded yes.Ella loosened the Velcro strips that held the strap-on in place on her body. But instead of pulling it out of him, she left it in place and refastened the straps around Ryan’s thighs and waist, trapping the still inserted strap-on in place up.