You’ll be an unfocused, flaming train wreck if you don’t.I turn down the net audio to zero. I need to be able to hear every sound on the other sid... of that closed but not locked door. Everything sounds as it should in the neighboring room.You are seriously not going to do this, are you?But the injection has begun to take effect, and I unbutton the corduroys and muffle the sound of the drawn down zipper with a strategically placed thumb. Dammit, why didn’t I wear a skirt today? It’s too freaking. Your bed’s large enough for two. Don’t tell me you never had a sleepover with a girl before?” I harrumphed. “Of course I had. But you can’t just go inviting strangers to share my bed!” “Rebecca’s no stranger!” she hissed back, and from the corner of my eyes, I could see the girl look down. “Listen,” the girl interjected quietly, “the couch’s completely fine with me…” “Balderdash, Miranda’s going to share with you, no discussions. Besides, I need the couch as I tend to watch TV quite late.” My. ”“Tomorrow is fine with me,” I said. “There’s no family dinner and no Guys’ or Girls’ night. Put your sleepover on the calendar and write what you’re doing today on the whiteboard.”We’d recently replaced the chalkboard with a whiteboard once the cost of the board and the pens had come down significantly. Eliminating the chalk dust had been a major plus as well.“Yes, Dad,” she giggled as she usually did when we had this kind of conversation.“Just remember our agreement,” I said.She nodded, “I. " I felt a smack on my ass as he passed by me and went to the laptop, typing and setting up the video. After a couple of minutes he stepped back to me, cupping my face in his hand and making sure I was looking right at the camera. "This is my whore, Stacey, and today is her first time on cam. Go ahead and tell all the nice men hello, whore, and what you are." He said as he began to finger my ass.I gulped. "H-Hello everyone.. my name is Stacey, and I'm ...Daddy's whore.. I want to be a good girl.