Before Angie stood Debbie half asleep and her hair all a mess. “What? It's not check out time yet. What do you want?” What I want is you, and I am...going to have you any way I want and do what ever I want.” Angie pushed Debbie back and stepped into the room. As soon as Debbie began to protest she handed her the photos. I took these last night and had them saved so unless you want to be all over the internet, you will do as I want. Debbie looked at the photos and decided to play the innocent. "Don't think for a second it's stupid, Mr. C. I'm honored that you would think of me like the daughter you never had." I was a few inches taller than her and she looked up at me and batted her eyes. "I'm not sure I should say this, but..." "Go ahead, Julie, anything, you can trust me." "Gee, okay, then the truth is I would love to call you, daddy, you know when no one else is around." She changed the tone of her voice to that of a younger girl and rubbed my hands in hers. This had the effect. Pokies that were attention-seeking, sensitive, stiffened, engorged teatlets of pleasure. If that wasn't enough, throwing back the covers, I discovered that my previously lightly-haired pubic mons was now a soft, smooth, naked runway to the pouting obviousness of my cunny. A cunny that seemed to have its own microclimate; hot, humid and prone to showers of sticky cunny juices to decorate my thighs. Well, I wasn't going to allow small things like that to distract me. It was my birthday after all.. Tell me why?”“I’ll give you a list in no particular order.”“Okay.”“I certainly have the room. Where you’re living now doesn’t suit where the beautiful woman I love should live. Your roommates are ... well, your slutty roommates. I guess I did save the biggest reason for last.”“Hit me with it.”“I can’t stand being apart from you. I know you work and you’ll be gone during the days, and I’d never stop you from working if you choose. But I want to wake up in the morning knowing you’re here. I want.