We finished the wine and I paid the tab. As we headed for the door, I had a good feeling about this one. “Can I hold your arm, Ronnie? I’m feeling...a little tipsy. If I don’t feel I can drive, would you have a problem driving me home? My sister could drive me back to get my car tomorrow”. “Of course I can, Lisa. Let’s walk down to my car to sit and talk for a while.” I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot under a large tree for shade. There were no cars near mine and the whole. It was obvious that Michael had set up cameras throughout the house to catch her.There were pictures of her in the shower, or changing clothes. These weren't so harmful, and she actually found it erotic to know that strangers, thousands of strangers, might be masturbating to her image.The picture that rocked her was one of her in her bedroom, nude, sucking the cock of the dark black mailman. This was a series and there were pictures of her sucking and fucking and taking his cum into her wide. I knew I could count on Julie to keep Sammi back there until I was ready for her.I'm sure you have figured out by now who the father was. Imagine my surprise when I looked out the window and saw the man that had abused Samantha for so many months! It had been about three months, the time period Julie had set for him to revert back to normal. I hadn't expected him to have the guts to show up here, though!I went back out to the front room just as Megan was welcoming our guests into the house. I. Had it been a few years back she would have cried in shame, but this girl was now aware of the forbidden fruit.She was done wiping the floor but she started doing it again facing him, she pulled her top down so that he could get a clear view of her brown nipples. She never made eye contact but was able to make out that the man kept adjusting his pants. She tried to expose her cleavage and breasts from all the possible angles and yet pretended as if all this was just an accident. For feedback.