She pulled the towel off her head, massaged her scalp rapidly with splayed fingers, then ran her fingers through her beautiful hair, and commented, �...I see my comments had their intended effect.” She undid the sash, and shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders, moisture still accentuating her perfect and unblemished skin. She looked at him seriously, “Remember, this is all yours. You can imagine anything you like.” She leaned in close, her nude body filling his field of view, and hoarsely. Her hips wiggled, undulating and grinding on me.“That’s it, you little pervert,” she moaned. “Mmm, you’re such a slut, aren’t you? You just want to eat all that cum out of me. Mmm, yes, yes, lick my cunt, you little, White bitch.”I shuddered at her humiliating words. A strange flush ran through me. My brother called me a slut and whore, but I never felt like he was demeaning me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was tasting my daddy’s cum.“Mmm, yes, yes, just a perverted, little rich bitch,” she. She explained, “That’s number four - Cassandra Anne - our oldest daughter. She’ll turn fourteen in a few weeks, so I told her to go assemble her choices. She can’t audition yet, but we’ll cover her for four picks out of our own allocations. I wouldn’t be surprised if she scores higher.”She sighed and explained. “I’m here as the parental representative. We drew straws to see who had to endure Fuckwad’s foolishness, and I lost. But to answer the intent of your question, we heard that the rules on. I poured them each a drink. "Very nice! You have a very nice basement Mr. Kelly." said Charlene. "Thank you. I call it my man cave. I just remodeled down here. I just added the stage and the brass pole over there." I said. I hit the remote on the bar to light up the stage. Next I turned on some music over the speaker system.Charlene smiled. "Were my manners. Let me take your coat. Over there is the dressing room. Everything you need is in there. Take your time. If you need anything just pick up.