"I do," he moaned. "I've always wanted my own slut."His thrusts and breathing became harder and harder."Your own slut huh? Well now you have one. I be... you love doing this to your mother and making her your little whore."He stopped fucking her for a moment and said, "I've also secretly wanted this. My friends used to tell me how you look like one of those 'secret slut' soccer moms and I used to tell them they were crazy. They're going to be so jealous once they find out about this."He continued. Swallowed, slightly nervously. I thought, after what she'd made me do, standing at the counter in the kitchen, there was some justice to this request of Lissa's. Almost as if Lissa knew, and was assisting. Hmm." ... as long as you're careful, of course," Lissa concluded, her expression turning serious again. And added -- unnecessarily reminding us all of how things had been progressing -- "Trust me, I did it just the other day, sitting across from Jason just like this, and it went just FINE.". Asdazed s her father was right now, he could not make a coherent decision.But Kelly could not let this chance for work slip away. She saw thedepartment store display window across from the food court. It read, Catchour Fall Fashion Show Today featuring Live Child Models."Mr. Groomer, my sister and I might be interested, but exactly what do youwant us to do, and what's in it for us? My parents are shopping here now,"she lied, "and they keep a close watch on us. If we do this show they willwant. Mark was uneasy around children so he and the guy that gave me the creepy feeling partnered up, grabbing a six pack and fading into a dark corner of the yard. A while later his partner came back, grabbed another six pack and a bottle of wine, and went back to the shadows. We were getting the kids out of the pool and everything went quiet for a while, and we all heard the giggle.It seems one of the wives had fallen in with the dynamic duo, sucking down wine at an alarming rate. Ten minutes later.