Don’t forget the bacon.’ I left her, pulled on some shorts and went in search of my wife. I found her in the kitchen on the phone. She saw me, tur...ed away and ended her call. ‘Who was that?’ ‘Nobody,’ she said. I snatched the phone from her and checked the call log. ‘Your sister. Hasn’t she caused enough trouble?’ ‘What? You’re going to blame bringing a hooker home on her?’ I dialed the number, and Alice picked up. ‘Is she still there?’ she asked. ‘Good morning Alice. Put Dave on.’ She hung up. Even my screams were bound from escape. But this is what I wanted, wasn’t it? My mind attempted to process this information as the air in the room felt thick and heavy.Silence.I tried to focus on my breathing, my heart pounded in my chest, breath ragged. Fear’s icy leather gloves squeezed at my guts, I tried to cry out, “Daddy where are you?” When the silence was finally broken, his voice had a darkness to it. “What? I am sorry I did not hear you, speak up.” My left nipple was struck hard, I. I assured her it’s for a massage only. She asked for a picture of Jeannie, and I sent this: She replied, beautiful. And we made the appointment for Saturday afternoon. I asked her what guy friend she would want to invite. She said, what about John. He is recently single and would probably jump at the chance.I called my buddy John and gave a quick synopsis of our plans. He said he would love to go and watch, especially Jeannie. Jeannie had teased him before exposing the tops of her breasts at. She had loved the touch of her own fingers on her skin after shaving, which she had managed to continue to do when she’d returned to the convent, but she had never touched herself intimately, or examined her own sexuality, so Tommy’s actions came as a shock to her ... but such a nice shock! He didn’t have much time, but at the same time as she felt the wet caress of his tongue on her clitoris he was trying to carefully stretch the opening of her unbroken hymen with his fingers before entering.