" Ever marry or have kids?" No, and no." Would you want kids?" Yes, with the right person. What about you ever marry or have kids?" No, on both." Alri...ht. What else would you like to know?"We pulled off the road. We sat in the park while we finished the conversation we had started. Once we had established more on the other's life, we got out.He spread a blanket in the bed of his truck and helped me up. We sat there talking and chatting about the little things in life while we ate. After lunch,. I got up, still not sure what I was going to actually do. Laura closed her eyes and stayed still as I came closer, trying not to think of anything too much.“Don’t look now,” I said, although I was sure she heard the zipper of my jeans being opened.“I won’t, dad,” she said, but at the same time she started unbuttoning her own shirt.“What are you doing?” I asked, like a properly concerned parent. Her shirt was already hanging down by her elbows, only held on by the sleeves, and a white bra had. They were black dresses withwhite mini waist aprons."These are maids' uniforms," I protested."Of course they are! I tell you what, if you can put on a pair of yourold jeans and a shirt you can use those to clean in, otherwise it's theseand you won't complain again." Alright," I stammered. "I'll give it a try."The jeans should have been fine, but when I got them up to the top of mythighs they got stuck unable to squeeze over my ass. I could see thatthe button would easily close around my trim. As the heat became almost unbearable, the sadistic tycoon?s foul laugh startedup again. The first poke from the cigar tip felt like nothing more than a hot flickof ash, but as it sizzled into her flesh, her head almost exploded from thepain. It felt as if she was being branded with a hot iron! Her pussy was virtuallymelting from the smothering heat of the fire. She was alive with pain from allsides. She gritted her teeth, screaming with fury and pain, but producingnothing more than low humming.