He kept pumping her cunt, wringing every bit out of his little girl’s climax that he could. “You love being a molested little whore, don’t you? ...ou deserve this, don’t you?”“I do, Daddy!” She whimpered. “Thank you! Thank you for touching meeee!” As she came down from her orgasm, she found her Daddy’s fingers prodding her lips. She was done being bad. Dutifully, she took them into her mouth and sucked, cleaning up as much of her own cunthoney as she could.“That’s my girl,” Daddy whispered in her. Also think of the uses for all that tax money it would generate." "Chemicals, huh?" "Yes, sir. Pharmaceuticals, to be precise." A long pause followed, as Bill Thurston finished threading the reel.Part III: Undertow "No." This was the first word spoken between them in close to half an hour. Marc had begun to feel a little queasy, due to the incessant rocking motion of the boat or the tension, he wasn't sure. "Could I be as bold as to ask why not?" "It's easy. The jobs you create are too skilled. We're all happy to be on display."We stood talking with them awhile, getting used to the idea of casual nudity. Cindy, being an exhibitionist at heart seemed in her element. Being stared at gave her no concerns and no offense. I was used to it too and noted that the other men were mostly of modest equipment. The guy who had first spoken to us looked at me,"Don't worry my friend. There will be all kinds here. We look at the men too. In all honesty, as stunning as your lady is, it's your package. I asked him to allow me to come along since I was not enjoying the dance clubs.He thought about it then said OK.After the show we took a cab to a place away from the strip. It was a gay club. Dad asked me if I wanted to try someplace else and I said no. I wanted him to have a good time too.The place was interesting. The few women there weren’t. Most of the patrons were Dad’s age. Many saw me as a young stud. I was flattered.Dad made his way around the room and I followed. Thirty minutes later.