.... but first they need to be shown what happens when they disobey daddys orders, dont you my little fuck toys, both the girls nodded obediently ...............i took Larisa to the center of the room & told her to raise her arms up, i shackled her wrists to the restraints hanging from the beam above her head. i then got Amy & did the same to her....... Jim said let me up dave i want those bitches! ummmmm not yet Jim, you have to watch first............ you bastard he said ! well at lest stop. And than plan meant they took me for a bigger cunt than they already were. Not content with fuckin' on the sly, behind me back. They wanted me banged up an' them high and dry livin' off me readies. Gotta give their due, if I 'adn't cottoned on to 'em and 'eard what they was up to, it would've probably worked.So 'ere I am, sitting in a me back garden, waiting for the bitch to come home an' fuck Derek Clapton, that cunt boss of 'ers. Boy am I goin' to surprise 'em.I didn't have to wait long. .. damn.” He got up, disappeared into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Only took a second to get a bottle of blood and return with some glasses. “Sorry I brought it up. If I speak my mind, I put my foot in my mouth, every time.”“N-no, it’s ok. And ... and you d-d-did very well, with the werewolves. You’re ... you’re a good ambassador.” A shared nod as he handed her the glass, before he sat down and they began to drink.“Am I?”“Yes. You’re ... you’re good at d-disarming people. They talk more. Is that understood?” Karen asked as she started up the car.“Yes, Ma’am,” the girls answered as politely as they could. It was obviously an act. They were still snarky little bitches and Karen knew that. It was however progress that they were at least trying to seem respectful and not openly defiant.On the way to the mall, they listened to music, and the conversation was fairly casual. Karen was a stickler about being polite, but she didn’t stop the girls from joking.“I know they don’t have to.