It was empty, just like Melvin told us it would be. Except for the leader, the men rotated who slept in the bunkhouse and who slept inside with the wo...en.Since eighteen men was the most that could be at the house, and four were dead outside, that left only fourteen more to deal with inside. The pirates had converted two rooms on the ground floor into bedrooms; the bigger of the two was for the group’s leader. We made sure the two kerosene lamps that they kept on low in the house were out before. She sounds as if she need some help.’ ‘We . . . ll,’ I said. ‘What are you planning now’ she laughed. ‘Not planning anything particularly,’ I said, ‘but I did promise her that I would find a way to get them into bed together. It’s going to be difficult but I will try. I had to lie to him about how she feels, it would be terrible for him to think she felt that way about him but he swallowed it hook, line and sinker. He doesn’t want to believe it really so it wasn’t a problem.’ ‘It will be. If this is what _you_ want, we have her blessing.’ Turning briefly to Jen, he said, ‘However, if you want this too, you’re going to have to talk to your father. He’ll never accept it from me.’ The blonde looked back, blue eyes appealing, before lowering them in tacit agreement, returning to examination of the sparkling ring in her hand. ‘And the people at work? I have to … deal with that.’ Yes, there was a slight complication due to her position in the company, she was upper management in. Early on in our relationship Daddy had punished me once by having me write lines. I had to write, "I am my Daddy's slut" 500 times. Even as my wrist and fingers began to ache, my pussy tingled as I served out my punishment at work, in the coffee shop, on the bus. I had half wanted to be observed so I could explain myself. “I did something Daddy didn’t like and this is my punishment.” I realized as I drove to the gym that I had forgotten what infraction had triggered the punishment, but Daddy.