Another message arrived, it read, Tom, please try and understand what I meant in my last message. Dot and I don't sleep around. We are very selective....Yes, we have shared in total three men. We are both bisexual. We have shared many women.For the last eighteen months, we have only had each other. You may call that incest, but I don't think it is. After dad died, Dot became a social recluse. I was twenty-four. I had worked at the Auction House for a year. Then the retired Senior Partner started. "Ooooh, Daddy! Make him hurry!" She rolled her hips from side to side, twisting her clit against his groin. "Make him hurry!" Stop jerkin' your fuckin' ass," Harry groaned, his prick throbbing, his cockhead seeping."Ooooh, Uncle Harry," she moaned. "I can't stop. Daddy's cock feels too good!" She humped on her father's cock, her cunt muscles twitching around his buried hard-on.Harry pawed her hips, gripping them tightly in his hands, holding her steady for a second. He jabbed, the head of his. When I looked at him, he turned his attention back to the cake. I took the plates over.“It’s him, isn’t it?” Robbie’s voice was quiet and he didn’t stop plating up the cake even as he looked at me. “It was him. The older guy. The friend with benefits? How the fuck were you even friends?”His voice had an edge to it that I’d never heard before and there was a clinical routine to the way he set each plate down on the table.I tried to gauge his mood.“It was – does it matter? It’s history, isn’t. A tongue flicked my butt hole and I jumped in pleasure, being the first time I had been rimmed. Then as soon as it started she stopped."That's 2 mins, and that costs them £50, you think they want you to stop at that point? 10 mins will cost them £150 and you get a third so £50 for 10 mins fun, and people think we are being used! The girl's love being played with, having there panties slipped off while you lick your lips....come on....your turn, show me how you make love to a girl!"She flopped.