Suddenly, my doorbell rang. I peeped from inside, it was Adil. I quickly dragged him inside and started kissing him again. He was shocked to see me wi...hout a skirt. He smiled and said, “Sonia, what sexy thighs you have! Look at your butts!”I whispered, “Don’t waste time Adil. My daughter would be here anytime.”He quickly removed his pants and dropped his underwear. His cock was not hard immediately. He started to open my shirt and I was wearing a black bra inside.He removed my bra and threw it. You would think that by now with all the time I spent showing those idiots how to do it right, they would catch on. But no, always another screw-up and the boss come in all upset. How many times have I asked him to get someone else to do this? Hire a young kid fresh and eager, someone that won’t mind being gone all the time. The funny thing is the boss is my dad. I shouldn’t be saying this but we dealt with a lot of ex-mob activities. I was in charge of changing all our businesses to being. I shook my head at some of the thoughts that were running through my mind. I had been thinking most of them before Melissa had left the stage and I had found out that she was my daughter. I would be a liar if I said I stopped thinking those thoughts, in fact the fact that this sexy stripper was my daughter make my pulse pound a little more. It was kind of funny really because while I felt an emotional attachment to Lola in Melissa's case I just wanted to fuck her. I guess that's why if didn't. I hate it and it’s true. We were not poor when I was a kid but our lives were, well, fucked up. That’s how I see it now. I believe my father sent me to that dairy for a specific reason and that was to sacrifice me to the life I lived as a sex slave. I did live it out and here I am. I don’t think he really thought I would survive and maybe I wouldn’t have if I’d not run away after the sister nymphs, the goddesses, transitioned right before my eyes.“I ran. And when I finally got home again after.