“Sorry I thought I heard you go to bed.” As I quickly pulled the dressing gown round me to hide my rampant nakedness I stammered. “Yes I did, bu... I couldn’t sleep.” I could hardly drag my gaze from my gorgeous and hugely sexy daughter, she looked amazing. “Neither could I” she replied her eyes going to her rucksack. “I came down to make a cup of tea.” I looked down and saw the lacy pair of panties hanging out from the rucksack. “You shouldn’t leave your bag there” I mumbled. “I nearly tripped. “Will you gentlemen be having drinks this afternoon?” “Yes, Patrick began, not lifting his head from the menu once; ‘I’ll have a lavender soda with light ice.” “And you?’ I said turning to Ren who met me head on with very deliberate and generous eye contact. He smiled and our eyes locked and I got butterflies in my belly in an instant. “I’ll have a Henekin” ‘Okay. I’ll have that for you in a few moments.” I turned to walk towards the kitchen. Not even five steps away did I hear Ren whisper. But I did have my paintings, plus the jpeg from online. And they were wonderful to gaze upon. That was how matters lay for about the next seven or eight months. Then new information struck me entirely from out of the blue. While cruising for porn I came across a picture, and I stared at it in shock for some minutes. It was clearly that same location. It was clearly the same woman. Now there were several men in the picture, their faces hidden from view. They had her chained and spread out wide.. We ran out to the center of the mud flat and without warning, Ronnie picked up a handful of clay and threw it at me.Splot! He struck home with the mud, hitting me dead center of my stomach. I feigned shock, and bent down to grab a handful of my own. Seeing that his fate was sealed, Ronnie turned to run away, but the adhesion of the clay was too much. He stumbled and fell backwards landing flat on his back in the gray goo. Being a sadist, even at that tender age, I walked towards him smiling as.