”Jack rested her forehead against his. “Well you never make me feel like you are judging me. You’re always supportive, and you always let me mak... my own choices.”“How could I judge you properly if I were making your choices for you?” Quinn asked, beginning to massage her neck and shoulders again.Jack sighed and relaxed into his touch, then her brow raised as something dawned on her. “Are you making fun of me?”“Never, Mistress,” Quinn said, his black eyes revealing a faint mischief. “I simply. The way that I made my poor husband suffer when as I threw away all our plans for a fairly modest evening just talking to Jason. And instead, I headed off with Jason to his condo, making it clear to Neil that I planned to spend the night with Jason. I feel awful about this, and am just amazingly glad that somehow things managed to work out as I called Neil and he spent the rest of the weekend with me and my new man in Jason’s condo.I won’t give you a blow-by-blow account of that weekend. ”I was rudely interrupted.“Fun? FUN? I got dragged all the way up here on a Friday night so that bloody Twin of mine could soak himself in a hot bath at the taxpayers expense until he looked like a prune, and then repeatedly shag some nymphomaniac trollop – the one that you introduced him to, by the way – at all hours of the day and night, and all I get is to be repeatedly used as a sex object by some raving transvestite with a skirt hanging up in his wardrobe! You wouldn’t believe how little. Matt’s dick was nearly bursting out of his pants, and the pounding of his heart filled his brain. He was fondling his daughter, his sweet little girl who he had seen develop from a skinny bookish grade-school girl into a cute, sexy teenager. And she was letting him. Matt gently squeezed her breast – she gave out a barely audible moan. He rolled her nipple around with his finger, lightly pinched it. He couldn’t believe his daughter was letting him play with her tit. Anna slowly turned toward.