Jones came back. Herb looked flushed, and one sleeve of his tacky sport-coat was ragged. Mr. Jones was apologizing. "Gee, I'm sorry, Herb, Ralph never...did anything like that before. He's usually really nice to folks. I don't know what got into him."They stopped at Jennifer's desk as Les Nessman, the station's one-man news department, came up from behind. "I'm going out to a hog farm, Jennifer," he said. "Oh, nice doggie!" He took a step toward Ralph. In a flash of brown fur the animal leaped. It seems quite simple to me. What about you, slut?”“Yes Sir, your property understands it much better now, Sir.”“Good. Shall we continue with our discussion now, piggy?”“I would like that very much, Sir. But, only if my “Sir” feels the same way.”I flexed my “hard on” under her hand a couple of times and she smiled just a little, which told me that she really had understood that “Sir” did indeed feel the same way.She then leaned into me just a little bit more, which served to also put those big. That’s when I saw my daughter wasn’t wearing panties. All night long she had been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was more, she was as bald as a baby’s bottom. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The only light in the room was from the landing light. But it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby’s slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow, but enough ambient light to see she was still out. "Don't interrupt me," she said fiercely. "You will listen to what I have to say, and then, you may speak your piece. If you can't accept that, you can leave this house right now." I looked at Martin, but he just shrugged when Monica pointed towards the door. I nodded, motioning for her to continue... As if my acquisence was irrelevant, Monica continued, "For the last two years, I have been waiting for the moment I could tell Dad how I felt about him. How everytime I thought of him, my pussy.