On theother hand, neither of us wants to do anything that would jeopardizeour reputation or jobs, so we've worked out The Game.The Game works -- or wo...ked -- like this: We'd schedule a long weekendout of town, picking large, touristy cities when we could, but nothingtoo crowded. We'd fly into town, check into a comfortable room, thenrent either a van or a large car with smoked windows... a veryimportant item.Margo would put on a slightly brassy dress, make up her face a littleon the bold side,. When I gathered enough courage, I opened a kik account just to chat with men, to serve them. I craved being dominated and degraded by men, strangers online who made me become their online slave, who made me do any kinds of humiliating tasks for them... and I loved it, I loved being their sissy slut and I loved being daddy’s little girl. Thanks to apps like kik I discovered a lot about myself and my tastes, and I’m still finding out about the things that arouse me as a sissy. I’ve also met a lot. You knew I would not approve." Of course I knew. That's why I insisted they come with me. I wanted you and Daddy to meet your son-in-law." Get them out now!" she demanded."No. They are my guests, and this is still my home, so I'll invite whomever I like. Where's Daddy?" In the dining room." she said gratingly and swept past us.Charlie smirked and waved her hand indicating we should follow along. We all trailed along in the wake of her mother into the bowels of their home. We emerged from the. She had taken her shirt and bra off and dropped them on the floor. She had apparently dropped back on the bed, naked from the waist up, "to rest her eyes." Ed looked at her and smiled. She was a beautiful woman and built like a Playboy Playmate. Ed lifted her by her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. He grabbed the pajama shirt and put it on her. When he let go of her she dropped back on the bed. Ed buttoned the shirt while she was lying on her back. He unbuckled her belt and slid.