When her nipples reacted he breathed in her ear. ‘You’re such a slut. You’re ready for it again. Tell me. Say it.’ Thankful he couldn’t see...the embarrassment on her face as she closed her eyes giving in to the crazy moment. ‘I’m a dreadful slut. I want you. I want it. I want you to fuck me.’ It felt liberating to say these naughty words, so much so she had become willing and able yet again. It was true, she wanted him and there was an edge of desperation to the need. He guided her head into. They got up at six and Mary was sound asleep. They went back to their office in the storage building to get the surveillance equipment. They called Helen to be sure the pastor had left. When they arrived at the house, Helen and Margaret both met them in sheer gowns with nothing underneath. They had no idea which one was Helen and which one was Margaret, but they didn’t really care. Helen said, ‘Come have some breakfast.’ She had fixed waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries and had coffee. It's wonderful, highly imaginative." And you got the movie rights?" she asked, surprised since her father had been out of the porn business for a while.He chuckled as he probed deeper, his fingers now up in her dripping slit, seeking her G-spot. "No, no. We're just going to steal the ideas. It goes like this: girl seduces her brother and father, very graphically of course, her mother dies, poisoned by her sister or something, her father marries the ambitious sister and then her new step-mother. They continued to talk for several more months and John continued to ask. One day he had asked again, fully expecting to see those two little letters appear on his screen. There was a longer than usual pause in her reply. The three letter,s he had waited for months to see, appeared on his screen!! His heart immediately started racing, his hands shaking. "Really??" was his reply. Over the course of the next few weeks they began to discuss it more, setting a date and picking a very nice hotel.