I’d rather not judge myself on that.The trick was to take her number and well I thought that since she flies,I could probably lieu her into thinking...that I fly regularly and maybe she can get me a discount on tickets.The trick worked I had her number on my cellphone and a hug to end the night, Do you know that feeling when you are chest meets the tits and you avoid your groin so that she could not feel your pervertness or when someone is sitting by your side and the cock has its brain of its. When all my come was gone i put the camera down and say ok u two we need to hurry if u still going to compete .At the registration we meet up with my wife crossfit box every body is in high spirits for the competition ,After registration we go all for dinner Isabelle asked if she can drive with us because she does not have a lift.Driving to the restaurant Isabelle asks why does the car smell like sex and we all burst out laughing.She asks what is so funny and my wife turns in her seat and ask. "That isn't happening."He shrugged. "Well, if you don't think those are good enough options, I'm sure we could... arrange something else..." He said, moving his eyes over to Lauren.I looked over at her, her face showing a mixture of disgust and fear. Mine most likely showed pure anger. "Fuck you, you prick."Lauren tightened her grip on my arm. "Matt..." She said cautiously.Mr. Ford sighed. "Well, it seems now that I have no other choice. I may be fired, but I'm not letting some pervy twenty. Vickie said that neither of them is allowed to wear clothes inside their house, close their knees, or close any doors in the house. They are not allowed to wear underwear either. Her husband prostitutes her to other men and that in a few weeks when Angie turns fifteen that he will prostitute her too. Apparently there is quite a waiting line to get in her pussy.After the confession Vickie looked directly at me and asked me what I wanted in exchange for my silence. She assumed that I was going to.