I didnt want Donnie knowing about this so I could surprise him later, picture him entering his house to find half his school gangbanging his nasty mom... When Theresa entered the cellar, dressed in total slut atire, the room errupted in shouts of horniness, she wasnt even down the stairs and the guys were groping her, like savages, she was squealing with pain and pleasure. I got them off her, instead had the cunt do a slow sexy strip for everyone, as she danced around the room, she quickly was. We have others. But we need baritone, strong like you. Will you consider?"I was frankly flabbergasted. But he was serious, and he wasn't going to charge me extra—well, not much extra—for lessons, I was still bored, so I said why not, I'd try it. And for the next three months he put me through absolute hell. He changed the way I breathed, he showed me how to make my voice from my diaphragm instead of my throat, he pushed me through drill after aggravating drill, time and again I'd sing what I. I honestly did. It wasn’t right. What we’d done wasn’t right, but she was just too gorgeous not to admire. Slowly, though, my conscience was pricked and I regained control. Rolling away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Sophie,” I muttered.“What?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.I took a deep breath. “Just...drop your towel like that. Be naked around me.”“Dad,” she playfully scolded. “We saw each other naked last. Whatever you think here can and will become your new reality. However, you can not simply create reality the way you want it. There are certain...rules that must be followed." What kind of rules exactly?" To be honest, there is but one rule." And that would be?" Simply put, you must accept whatever condition that is set forth in order to enter your new reality." What do you mean?" For example, if I were to say to you 'What if you could walk on your hands instead of your feet but you must only.