"She moved her hands down to the small of his back and rubbed near the top of his trunks. She thought about last night, the noises he had made with Sy...il, what he had said about thinking about her, about the way he had talked to his wife in the security of his bedroom."M-my hands are tired," she choked, wanting to pull them away and dive into the pool to cool off."It still hurts, Gwen. A little more."She couldn't say no. They had been so nice to her. She had to fight it. She was acting silly.. She’d once said she’d do anything I wanted, but what the girls were talking about might be the line that she wouldn’t cross. And I was sure that she would also be concerned about Kara.“I told Steve I’d do pretty much anything he wanted,” Joyce said. “If he wants it, then I’m game. Of course, the real question is, are you serious or teasing?”That answered one question. I had started to wonder if Joyce and Kara had discussed this beforehand, perhaps when I went out for the missing groceries, but. I was good to go.I drove to Paul's street and sat in my car, waiting and watching until his wife and daughter left for the gym. Once they’d gone, I exited my car and walked to their house for a workout of my own.I entered the house and removed my coat. In the lounge, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Daddy, as he always liked. I wiggled my hips and pouted my whore lips until I reached his feet. I moved my hands up his legs and rubbed on top of his shorts, feeling his thick cock. I went. I want to paint a mark over your door to signify that we are protecting you and your store. I want to emphasize to the Sharks and any other trouble makers that we will respond if they continue to bother you. Such harassment is certainly not good for business." I don't know if I do have any gray paint in the storeroom. Let me check. It will only take a minute."She returned in a few minutes with a sad look. "No, I couldn't find any paint of any sort. I'll get some tomorrow and have somebody paint.