Those have given her the stinky eye plenty, but they seem wary of actually attacking her. Agnes seems too valuable as a sex doll to ruin with fists an... nails.Nothing, however, has been as dire as this.Yard work. Better than knitting? Probably. Less dangerous? No. Turns out that a bathroom break for their jailer is enough. Gunger, the local nazi gang leader full of face tattoos takes it as his chance. He has Agnes’ working jumper ripped right down the middle and her face-down on the dirt in one. Without hesitating a moment, I stripped my tee shirt off over my head and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and stripped them down to my ankles. I had to chuckle at my daughter… she had now broken eye contact and was now the one looking elsewhere as she stared at MY body. Now, I’m no Sean Connery, and to be honest, I have a little paunch. But her eyes were riveted on my crotch. Although I’m also no porn star, my cock has a moderate girth, and also the classic helmet-shaped head. And said, “Hmmm where is it then?”. Steve smiled, knowing what she was hinting at….”Well, perhaps if you stroke it or tease it, it will make an appearance”, he said. Lizzie was about to do better than that. She got out of bed and went to the en-suite, she removed her dressing gown and took out the bottle from her dressing gown pocket and walked back into the bedroom. Steve marvelled at her huge breasts. Lizzie was not exactly tall or slim, but she had a nice rounded arse, and gorgeous breasts. She felt my hard cock. She kissed me. Playfully she said, "Someone doesn't want me to leave." She stood and slowly got out of the tub. The way she dried off was clearly a tease. She said, "Let's go to the bedroom."I almost jumped out of the Jacuzzi. I dried as I walked behind her. She looked better than good. Having Freddy had changed her body; if anything, I thought she looked better.She got in bed. I was right behind her. We kissed.She said, "I want you now."We made love. She felt very hot.