" Your mother had Laura, Nancy and me over for lunch about three months ago. She made the announcement that she and your father had decided that there...wasn't sufficient motivation for us to start producing grandchildren so they decided to stir up some competition. She said they would give whoever produced the first grandchild two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and they would make it five hundred thousand if it were a grandson."I don't know how Laura and Nancy took the news, but my attitude. But eventually, I'd give in to the urge, usually resulting in a frenzy of activity in order to satisfy what I believed then to be an absurd form of sexual pleasure and gratification.Looking back, I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason why this particular fetish of mine as I came to understand it had even come about. I considered myself a normal teenage k** in every way, and enjoyed the simple exploratory pleasures that everyone did. But I had taken it one step further than that perhaps,. "Too bad, because otherwise it could have been about ransom money." But if that's not the case, I'm afraid your daughter will be used in the child pornography industry," he adds, "and the chances of her getting out of there alive are very small."Lisa starts crying hysterically now.Leo embraces her and tries to comfort her."What do you suggest?" Leo asks."Give me a recent photo of your daughter so I can give it to all the cops to keep an extra eye out for her. But don't expect too much of it.". ”After a few more minutes of fapping just the head. “Did you tell Dad?” Sam said.“No, honey.” Her pretty mouth turned itself into a small, little frown. “I don’t think he’d understand.”“Understand that you like to watch my dick?” He had no idea where this confidence was coming from.The frown deepened. “I’m doing this for you, Sammy,” she said. “To make sure you’re okay. So that you can concentrate on schoolwork. So, it doesn’t bother you anymore. You’re doing better with the head there. Does.