I woke to the feeling of a razor running over my head. I wanted to get up off of the floor as quick as possible. But when I opened my eyes I could see...the two people I loved the most in the world.“Erica, you’re awake. Are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?” Dad asked.I blinked my eyes and noticed that the razor was now off. I turned to look at Sammy.She ran her hand over my head and asked, “Is there anything we can get you?”I ran my hand over my head to run my fingers over her hand. Something. ”“You would, wouldn’t you?”“Let me respond a different way, if I may. If the life of a patient depended on my upsetting or disappointing my wife because I had to break some kind of commitment, what should I do?”“That’s different, don’t you think?”“An obligation to my fellow man versus my obligation to God? I don’t see how I can separate those, really.”“Your wife is going to be in third place, then? Or maybe fourth, if we count Clarissa. Deacon, doctor, husband; or Deacon, doctor, friend,. If looks could kill my funeral was next Monday. Needless to say I won the damsel and her boxed lunch. It was likely tuna sandwiches that I despised. After paying the cashier I was presented with a chit that I was to give to the young lady for her company and her boxed lunch.I noticed a line of males in front of a counter. A number of young ladies were holding their boxed lunches waiting for their successful bidder. Finally it was my turn. There she was, radiant as ever, again the direct eye. She stood up out of the spa and fixed her bikinis bottoms but now before I seen her pussy. BELLAOnce inside I ran to my room. As soon as the door closed I started crying again. Not only because of what dad had done which was still so wrong confusing but because this time I really enjoyed it and I felt stupid for doing tha in the spa when I knew he was somewhere in the house. I hadn't meant to do it but as I at into the spa I felt the jet pass over my pussy. I moved it back. It felt great. But.