“Hi.”Ewan didn’t seem too happy that he needed a babysitter, after all, he was eleven years old.Riley continued to smile at me, and with her kne...s bent, I couldn’t help looking up her uniform’s pleated, plaid skirt. I saw her legs, and then her pink polka dot panties…but something else was there. Before I could determine what it was, Riley turned and continued watching the TV.I turned away, shrugging whatever had come over me off, and sat down to watch some TV with the k**s.“So guys, what do. Very smooth, very deep, very hard-hitting and a vision that alternated perfectly.One of the fraternity members thought that was a great time to increase the volume of the PA system. The Motown fuck beat synchronized well with the real action. I had to admit that the sound added a lot to the outdoor scene. Another, slightly unexpected, addition to the action occurred. Remember, the excuse for this fucking was a combination bachelor party and moving out of the fraternity theme. I was not. I was tacitly giving my daughter the authority to be in charge; to be the disciplinarian in the future as well. Inwardly, I gulped. Was this the right thing to do? The right decision? Probably too late for second thoughts now…Aware that this next specific act — baring myself at her order — was almost certainly the step that would take us over the line of no return, I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was conscious of my heavier flanks compared to my daughter’s strong legs. Then I slid. His mouth worked uncomfortably around the slimy plug-gagwhich had been reinserted by Lila-in-Armand -- "Just a precaution, girl.There are still a few Masters out there who aren't asleep or totallywasted," -- as he struggled to comprehend how a societal structure ofabsolute domination and submission could lead to the sort of obviousaffection and expression of care for each other that Tisoch and Vellashared. Why didn't he do the right thing and free Vella? Why didn't shedespise the man who kept.