If you want to act like a slut, you’re going to be treated like a slut,” he growled out. With his fingers still tangled in that curly dark hair, h... forced her around to the back of the sofa, and bent her over it. He kept his hand in her hand and flipped up the back of her skirt, showing her tight ass.Daddy, what are you doing? I’m your daughter. Don’t.”“Don’t ‘daddy’ me, slut. You’re the one who started all this, sucking my cock. This is how sluts are treated–they’re used for my pleasure,. " Carol remembered Mr Maxwell's instructions for her to buy a corset, but decided not to tell her husband about that.In bed, David spooned up behind her, trying to work his cock off between the cheeks of her bum or between her thighs, but she snapped at him, "no, I am not allowed to touch your cock until after dinner tomorrow." Reluctantly David turned over and tried to get to sleep. He desperately wanted to ask Carol whether Mr Maxwell had fucked her that evening, and if so exactly how. But. She had expected him to keep his head, but he had disappointed her.Sam would be coming over soon. That was the bright point in her miserable existence. He loved her. She knew that because he said it over and over. She felt that such attention deserved its reward and Sam was going to get rewarded during the barbecue. The timing was perfect.Harry knocked on the entrance to the den. Looking up from his desk, Greg said, “Come in, Harry. What’s up?”“I’m just worried about tonight,” Harry said.“Don’t. " Ask away," Jacqui invited."Well ... will you come and live with me at my place and help me run this damned planet? In the last week I have realised just how much Hugo was doing while I thought I was running everything. I can't do it alone and Carol is no help at all. I know it's a lot to ask, but will you, please?"The tone of voice was almost begging."Huh, that's something you could order me to do, and you know it," Jacqui replied, "If you want it, as my owner you just tell me and I move.".