I really need your help, and you can keep all his fee- I will give my cut to you in return for this one favour. I don't expect you to start doing this...all the time."Martha began to giggle, then stopped herself. "Where?" she said. "All the rooms are busy".Chad laughed as he realised he had persuaded her. "Well, there's no where else but here. It's a live show. The others will be generous, I'm sure, for the chance to watch".Martha sighed. Now was her last chance to pull out. It was crazy, and a. I could hear her getting something out of a draw. I turned around to see her putting on a strap on. I told her I didn't want to do that. She said if I didn't she would tell the others I was a pervert. I had no choice but to let her do it. She got in position and roughly shoved the strap on into my arse. She wasted no time in starting to roughly force it in and out. She was clearly enjoying it telling me I was a pervert and was getting what was coming to me. She then surprised me again by. ’ ‘Finish getting dressed, girls,’ Martha said after she finished her radio communication. ‘We’ll be going down to police headquarters in a little while.’ Both girls began to cry. While Martha was dealing with the girls and they were waiting for transportation, Tim noticed a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the bedroom. He turned to the two sobbing girls. ‘Was Mr. Sanders taking videos of the stuff you were doing?’ he asked. Both of the girls stared at the floor and nodded. Martha and. "Hi Daddy, welcome home," I said, aiming for sweet but my voice came out lower than I intended, husky, wanton and full of unspoken need. "H-hi," Daddy stuttered, his eyes not quite meeting mine as he continued to gawp at my barely concealed assets. "I think you've been avoiding me Daddy," I pouted. "I don't think you want to see me, you're never here." "I've been...busy," Daddy said, distractedly, as if formulating a sentence under these circumstances was an effort for him. I raised an eyebrow,.