“Do you trust me?”She blinked, the question catching her off guard.“You know I do”He grinned. “Yeah, but how much?”His thumb was tracing c...rcles on the inside of her wrist, still held above her head, making it hard to think. Without realizing it, her body arched slightly against his and his grin widened.How to answer that question? Kendra stared up at him, the answer in her face if not in her words.“implicitly”“Yeah?”Without taking her eyes off his, she nodded. “Yeah”“Then you know I won’t hurt. "Unless you want to have some play time instead." Ten minutes ago, Ruth would have been hard pressed not to throw off her modsuit and get down with the rest. She would have regretted it afterward: public sex, anonymous sex with strangers she didn't know was not her thing. But it would have sated her need for a while at least. But now Ruth looked at the statue and felt sick to the stomach. The statue had been mounted on a pedestal at the top of a flight of stairs. The killjoy had not been. She really wasn't my daughter, or related to me by blood in any way, so really it wasn't incest. It was, however, looked upon as distasteful by the general public. I was having feelings that I hadn't felt since I was in my twenties, and I liked it. Was it the beginnings of a mid-life crisis? She was perfect in every way. She seemingly worshiped the ground I walked on, and wanted to do anything she could to please me, sexually, or otherwise. She could cook, and clean, and really take care of me.. But he figured he might take advantage. He entered Alice's room after she had gone to bed and told her he would tell their folks about how he had caught her playing with herself.She begged him not to do so. He finally agreed not to tell in return for her giving him a hand job while she was naked and he was allowed to play with her tits.She figured this the lesser of evils and agreed. She removed her nightgown displaying the wonderful tits that Bill wanted to play with. Bill stripped, presenting.