She was dressed in uncommon sleepwear. Her top was an old loose hockey jersey of mine, I hadn’t played hockey since seventh grade. Her bottoms were ...he usual baggy pink flannel pants. I lifted her sleeve, “When’d you start wearing that?”“It’s kinda become armor,” she rolled her head towards me with a smile. “I couldn’t get to sleep without knowing you were trying to save me.”“There was so little I could do,” I frowned. “You got out?”“Yeah,” she grinned. “It’s cold as shit and all the lights are. Josh was laying back in a deck chair and Becky was sitting next to him and they were kissing. I should have just moved away from the window and given them some privacy, after all spying on one's child isn't a proper thing for a mother to do. I was just about to turn and go into the living room when I saw Josh unbutton the top three buttons on Becky's blouse and slip his hand inside. I sucked in my breath ready to charge outside and save my daughter's reputation when I saw Becky start to caress. " Now I really was nervous. I assumed he was taking me to his office. I was now beginning to second guess my decision. I really needed the money, however. I was right. He opened the door to his office and said, "Please sit... Miss?" "Ashley Duncan." "Miss Duncan, you do realize what the job entails, correct?" "Well, yes, I do Professor Dubin. It clearly states on the flyer what I'd be doing." "Oh, I think you know it's more than that Miss Duncan." He was right. I did know it. "I won't mind, if. "Hi, Brenda," Bob said as he saw her coming through the gate. Bob felt his cock start to thicken in his pants as he saw his daughter's fellow cheerleader walking into his presence in a little afternoon outfit that seemed to scream "take me now!" and he began to wonder if he could pull just that off without getting himself into trouble."What brings you over this afternoon, Brenda?" Bob asked. He stood, actually hoping that Brenda would see the big hard lump his cock was already making in his.