He took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. ‘You’re a much bigger part of this than you know, Lacie. This is my dilemma though. We usually let...a girl decide for herself if she wants to know why she was specifically chosen. And you were specifically chosen, Lacie. When I came to see you at the slave fair, I lied to you. You were not among a number of girls that I was there to look at. You were the only one I was interested in. I just couldn’t say it out loud, I didn’t know who, if anyone,. "Yes we can, Daddy," Gwen whispered, raising one hand to lightly stroke his cheek, then pulled his face back to hers, pressing her lips to his. She nibbled gently at his mouth, and with a sigh of surrender her father began to return her oral caress, working his tongue into her mouth."Gwen, baby," he mumbled as he finally surrendered to his own unrestrained passions. Right or wrong no longer meant anything. All he wanted to do now was to feel his daughter's warm, lush body melting into his. Last weekend that changed. Tim, your wife, Mary, took charge of all of us. I did not like that at all. Tim, I realize what I am about to say may end our special relationship but please, do not bring your wife here again.”Tim took a snort of his brandy, fishing for words, I’d bet. When he finally put it together, he said, “I’m sorry Fred, I should have asked before I brought her over. She’s been bugging me about wanting to see and be a part of our playtime that I didn’t even think that it might. So Jake and I exchanged thoughts on how Ms. P was dressed and some things that we would like to do to her. One of our comments must have startled her because she dropped her eraser on the way to the whiteboard. When she bent over to pick it up, seemly bursting at the seams, Jake blurted out, "Yes!" At which point I couldn't help but laugh. While still bent over in front of us, Ms. P and all the others in class quickly whipped their heads around to look directly at the jock and I. The class was.