Inside was a vegetarian pizza. I didn’t get why they had no problems with onions, green peppers, or olives. Those were fine but not one with pineapp...e.“Yeah, not a virgin,” I said, squirming.Sara pulled out plates and opened her box. It was a pepperoni and sausage pizza. She grabbed two slices, setting one on each plate while Tara did the same with the vegetarian. They even ate the same things.It was clear they were about to head back up to their bedroom. I squirmed. I had to keep them down. I go to the fridge and get a cold drink, opening it and taking a well deserved drink I place it on the table. As I do I notice something under the magazine on the table. It appears to be a photo, I pull the bottom of it and as it comes from below the magazine it is revealing a lady in a black work business dress suit. With her hair tied up and glasses on.It takes my brain a while to realise that it is a picture of you. I didn’t recognise you dressed this way. The black jacket undone and your. It actually felt better to have him tickle my sexual release knob than me feeling it. I knew how to please myself, but it was apparent that daddy had years of practice. Mom sure taught him well. Daddy continued his assault into my ass with his long hard cock while doing circles over my wet clit with his finger. The two combined began to bring me to orgasm. My body began to tremble as I tried to hold it off. But daddy could tell he was starting to make me spasm. I knew he could feel my labia. Once there I told him to strip and step into the shower. I handed him a razor and told him that it was time for all his body hair to go. I wanted him as smooth as a baby.I left him to his task, and I went to the closet to find some clothes more suitable for the little slut Jeff wanted to be. After careful consideration I grabbed some white lace panties, and matching bra, and a tight fitting short black dress. The kind of number you would see on sluts at the club, that only barely covered.