I should have picked up a phone and called the Police but I didn't. I wasn't thinking straight, my mind only on fear for my daughter and yes, even fea... for myself. Not fear for my job but fear for my life. And by the next morning, I was stuck with my decision – or lack of decision. Never again would I allow him to touch my body but he didn't care. He had Kate as his fuck toy. And I allowed him to use and abuse her at will.Back now to the night of Chapter Two. Naked, we crawled into my bed and. She was timidly standing in front of the fireplace covering her small tits and delicious pussy. I purposely had her wore crotchless panties so that I can lick and eat and have my ways with her. But actually, making Erica wore the panties simply made me felt more control and had more power over her. Not to mention that she looked so good in them and so slutty just I like it. She was still standing in front of the fireplace fidgeting away. I asked her to stop covering her pussy so that I could. Sugar carefully began to remove the paper from her gift. At first I didn't realize why she was taking so much time removing the paper. Then it dawned on me that she was being careful not to rip the paper so that it could be used again.I started to say something, but Beth looked up at me and read my mind. She shook her head briefly and I decided to let it drop. There was plenty of time for her to acclimate from poverty. There was no need to rush things. Besides there is nothing wrong with. You lean on the railing taking in the sweeping views across the valley, the sandstone escarpment a yellow slash in the green of the eucalypt haze...the smell and the sounds of the bush.The crunch of tires as a car pulls up in the carpark, is an intrusion, but you don't turn.Footsteps scuffing on the path, getting closer to you..."Hey..." still not turning,"Hey, yourself. Found it OK then?" I'm standing next to you looking out at the view."Obviously...", a smile in your voice, eyes still fixed.