James went outside. His car (a new sports car with professionally tinted windows) was gone, replaced by a sports convertible that made his own car lo...k like some low-class hooptie. He got in and tried the new keys, which unsurprisingly worked. He tried to raise the roof, which, just as unsurprisingly, didn't work. He drove off to the restaurant and gave the keys to a valet. He looked around and saw the woman he remembered sitting at an outside table, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper.. He finally let her go and hurriedly put on the first shirt he could grab.As they left the bungalow and walked through the grounds of the resort, then out into the strip of clubs and restaurants nearby, Greg felt prouder than ever to be seen with his beautiful daughter. She hung on his arm as they walked together, more like a pair of star-crossed lovers than a father and daughter. Anyone who looked at them would have assumed that’s what they were. Greg realized Marlee’s mother would have been. Soames turned warily around, expecting Bronte to scream...and she was, but not in the way that he'd predicted...Trixie was turning off the hot water and turning up the icy cold stream. "You little hosebag, didn't I tell you to shave your head before you took a shower? You can't grow your hair back until Mistress tells you to, can you?"Ed turned to Soames. "Trixie was pissed that Bronte is so into her hair, so we shaved it off her head. She ain't been allowed to have hair in nearly eleven. Soon his hands were back down between her legs, one hand manipulating her clitoris the other sliding along her lips to her bottom and back and forth. She found this very tantalizing, especially as his oily finger tickled and teased the entrance to her anus. He knelt between her legs and kissed her all around her love nest until he dipped his tongue along then between her outer lips. Meanwhile his thumb had worked itself just into her anus and two of the fingers of that hand were in her vagina..