Occasionally I'd get lucky and they'd leave the door open so I could sneak down the hall and listen intently while I fingered my soaking snatch and pi...ched my pink nipples. I knew he was still very interested in me, though, I'd catch him looking my body over or feel him rub up against me while I did the dishes. A couple of times, he grabbed my breasts or put his hand up my skirt while we were alone. One day after school I came home and he was home early. He caught me in the kitchen fixing. Caroline gave me a look."A friend?" she said."Let's go," I said, ignoring her fishing expedition.Denny's wasn't crowded. We took a booth in the back. The waitress came; the food as ordered arrived; we ate mostly in silence and then settled in to talk."You look nice, Caroline," I said. I knew I sounded formal, but it was how I was feeling. She noticed."Dad, I'm you daughter, not some stranger's kid," she said, reacting to my tone. I nodded."Yeah, but you're living with some stranger as his kid,". " Then we have a long relationship ahead of us," I said and watched as hissmile widened even further.It didn't take long before we arrived at a set of studios that I had neverbeen in before. I hadn't realized it before now, but there was a tieredstructure to their recording studios. Even from the beginning they had seenmy potential and I had been given a large, posh studio to work in. Sam'sTown, while successful, did not draw in the money that I did and the studiothey were using wasn't quite as. ..”I squirmed at the words: incest. The laws in America had changed recently. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn't feel right to commit incest. The rest of the student body celebrated it.Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. The only things Charisma and Krysten wore were those slave.