What Heather and I did, the line that was crossed. It couldn't be uncrossed. I was hard as a rock, of course. But I was worried about the psychologica... fallout from Heather seeing and hearing her dad in such a debased state.How badly did I fuck up my daughter last night, I thought, heading to the bathroom. When I pulled my still half-erect cock out to pee, Heather's G-string fell out of my underwear. What the fuck? I shook my head, trying to remember if I had stuffed those into my underwear. All the while my Mom was drinking her customary Friday night wine. When we were finished we returned to the living room, and I excitedly turned on the camera.'This is so cool Mom' I said. 'Now all I need is some practice. Hey, you wanna be my first model?' I asked with a laugh as I clicked a pic of her sitting on the couch. I pulled the thong down to her knees, where it was stretched between them, and left it there. Looking right at her pussy, I could see it was wet, very wet, with her lips. Or her breasts were the wrong size, or ... THERE! Several pictures scattered throughout their visit of the two of them crossing a street without holding hands; something she knew they both reflexively did when crossing.“A shell game,” Helena said to herself as she lit a cigarette and looked the photos over. Just like with the trunk. Presumably, Julie would periodically slip into a bathroom, trade outfits with one of the two women, give them the wig and put on the black one, and then Claire or. The chair matched the desk very closely.Checking the clock, he saw that it was nearing ten and time for Beth to be ordered to sleep. He opened the door of the bedroom and said, “Slave, get to sleep.”Watching Beth roll over, he was amazed to see that she could sleep on command. The sight always amazed him. The woman was beautiful, even in this state, but so emotionally detached that it was hard to find her sexy. He wondered what she was waiting to have happen before she would snap out of.