” Janice smirked. “I know how to pick ‘em, right? How many of those coins have you got left?”“Shit, uh...” Owen had ten in the apartment b...t he wondered. He looked down into his palm. He had been tossing them and rolling them around for a few minutes now. He didn’t know which had been in Darlene’s fingers and which had been in Tamara’s but he knew the one that hadn’t been in either. “I guess eight. Uh, nine. There’s the one at the appraiser’s.”“Friends’ one?” Janice flicked the cast at the poor. “Mom complained that we left the car, uh, smelling like a brothel on Sunday morning.”Kelly nodded. “Mom said that, too. She also remarked on the vast supply of towels I was washing.”I simply shrugged. Not much I could do about that. “So, are you really grounded?”“Just until Daddy flies home. Oh, and over Christmas break, he’s flying Mom and me back to London. He said he’d take us to Paris!” she added excitedly.“Maybe they have some convent schools over there,” I commented.“Well, at least we’ll. Damn him, that Rupert, he’s made me like a coiled spring. The whole day has. Twice I’ve been naked and watched. And then the dance party, where everything was so right, so fucking right, but everything petered out. Here I am in a whore school, so fucking horny, but I don’t know what to do about it. I shake my head, wonder if tonight was supposed to be some gigantic tease. I feel my own hand burrow under the lining of my little shorts. It seeks out my desperate button and I shudder as my. He picked up another remote and the record light on the video camera directed at the couch turned red. "Take my pants off now," he said.My heart pounded in my temples as I fumbled with Daddy's belt buckle and zipper. As I pulled his pants down, his huge cock, unrestrained by underwear, sprang up like a striking cobra and thumped my arm. I took his pants completely off and then, at his direction, unbuttoned and removed his shirt. "It's your turn to get naked now," he said.I stood in front of him.