"I knew he was having someone, but what can I do? He can do what he wants." The pair were silent for a while. "Did you want it?" Ilona asked finall..., directly. "For him to have you, I mean."Anna sighed. "At first, no," she said quietly. "Then, for a while, after our first time, it was like he actually loved me. That was when we were actually making love, when I enjoyed feeling him inside me. But then, once my father joined in..." Your father?" asked Ilona, wide-eyed. "You mean, he has. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting the water run down her throat, down her chest, and drizzle the rest of the way down her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned, leaning her head back into the falling water. She felt it slither and creep through the strands of her hair, find her skin beneath it all, and trickle down her back, down her legs, to the tub floor below. Her eyes still closed, she rocked her weight backwards, letting the water hit her face, flood her eye. Matt shook his head violently to clear away the grogginess and pushed himself up with his powerful haunches; he rose to his feet and scratched the back of his head against the leg of the table where Lucy sat. "Stop being cute, Matt," she said with mock severity. "I know you want your ears rubbed. Come a little closer and I'll do it for you."He gazed longingly up at his beautiful blonde mistress and instantly obeyed; he loved it when she put her delicate loving hands on his furry body. If only. Bob patted his stomach. "Hey, I ate already. What else is there but sex now?" And I guess I am the only woman around," she said, still smiling."Yeah," he said, as if it didn't matter. "I guess so. You aren't much to look at, but you're the only game in town."She reached to slap him on the arm and her elbow tipped the half full glass of juice. Her convulsive grab to keep it from falling just pulled it toward her and the red liquid flowed across the table and splashed into her lap. She squealed,.