Betsy peeled out of her shirt, then dropped her pants. "Do you think he knows we know he watches us?" I don't even care if he knows," Becky said. "Let...s give him a real thrill, okay, Sis'? C'mere. Ooohhh, you feel so good!"She put her arms around her sister and rubbed her wet naked body against Betsy's dry but equally hot frame."I like to do this," Betsy said. "But to know that Daddy's watching us makes me soooo fucking hot!"Their mouths melted together, and their tits rubbed hotly. Becky's. In a daze, I showered, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, pulled my hair back into the usual ponytail and left. It was nearly 7:00 pm when I arrived at Mr. Stevens house and I waited anxiously in my car. When it was time to go, I knocked on the door and Mr. Stevens opened it."Come in. I have been waiting for you."I walked in and waited for him to tell me what he wanted."Michelle, come sit beside me and I will explain everything to you."I sat beside him on the couch and listened to his deep. I had no choice. Not only would I be out of work and possibly in prison, but also the bloke I fitted up would kill me. I helped them fit up an innocent man.’‘Just like your missus, I was being blackmailed and the only way I could break their hold over me was to get out.’‘What do you mean, just like Sara? Have you been reading our emails?’‘No, but when I tracked the arsehole down I read his. Oh, he was subtle about it. A hint here, a veiled threat there but in the end, it was blackmail pure and. ’ ‘Had is right, there is no us.’ I heard a horn beep outside and before I could do anything, Marjorie rushed out her door, past me and through the apartment door. ‘Would you be so kind as to make sure the door is locked when you leave?’ she screamed, slamming it shut. I bound over to the door, but by the time I got it open, all I could do was watch her climb into a cab and speed off. Locking the door, I ran to my car, intent on keeping up with her and try to explain it all before they had to.