"How are you ladies doing?" he grinned. "Any dessert?"His fucking tip was going down fast, I thought."Nothing for me, thanks," I said, considering the...banana. "I'mwatching my figure."Jo ordered a mango sorbet and then pulled the print-out from herhandbag."No way. We're done for the night," I said. "I'm sitting here inwomen's underwear --- and my bra straps show. I'm wearing my necklaceand tiara and I've had my little purse in front of me the whole timewe've been here. Jo, you've got me wearing. Once they’ve suffered enough at my hands, they’ll be your wives or whatever, your pets, your sluts. Wendy and Mom are closer to your age, anyway.“But don’t worry, we’ll swap a lot. Now, Simon Says, grab Stacey’s buns!” I directed Manfred to grope his own (legal) daughter while she mounted him.“Please tell him to finger my asshole! I want Daddy’s fingers up my butt!” Stacey begged me.“Simon Says, finger Stacey’s cornhole!” I told Manfred as I plowed the fuck out of Trish and Ellie in turns.“Oh,. Must’ve been the wine.I wondered if the interviewer realized she was in the wrong kind of interview, as she apparently struggled to find words to talk about sex, but she bravely continued with some standard questions that can be used in almost any circumstance: “Well, and ... are all your stories about yourself? I mean, did you ... do you write about your life ... like ... is it autobiographical?”I smirked. It’s the question that always comes up, but I tried to be as courteous as possible.. I had an erection as usual when I saw Mummy and Mary in their nightdresses as Mummy inspected my cane marks. She wanted to know all about how you thrashed me, so I told her, including how you sometimes sit on my face and whip my penis. Mummy didn't seem to mind but Mary was cross and said it was disgusting. She asked Mummy if she could complete the thrashing from last night and Mummy let her bend me over the back of a chair and whip by bottom." "Did you.