’ He said. I had blushed and giggled from what he had said to me. I turned around to get a look at him. He was tall, dark, and handsome with black h...ir and dark brown eyes. He had a perfect, dimpled smile and a strong, muscular body. ‘I’m Ian. Ian Mathison.’ He introduced himself to me. ‘I’m Lynette. Lynette Adler.’ I said to him. ‘Nice to meet you, Lynette.’ He replied as he kissed my hand. ‘So what brings you to the Metro Museum?’ He asked. ‘I’m here for the Rubens exhibit. Rubens is one of. Please anything but that... anything, please not Daddy!!!!." We can get someone else to do it, I would love to be your first. Than I would not need your Father, so I would have to kill him, and you would still get fucked. Is that what you want?"Her head hanging in shame and her body racked with sobs, "No, please don't kill him. I will do anything to save my father," she said between sobs. "Let him fuck me, you animal, at least he will be gentle and you won't be my first."The evil smirk appeared. Frank told us to continue and that he will be joining us. If we did comply he would tell our mother.Frank told Claire to get in bed and get in all four, she did. He order her to continue sucking my cock, he placed himself behind her. He stroked his cock and became hard. I saw him preparing his cock to go into Claire’s pussy, she didn’t suck my cock the way she did before Frank came in the room, he grabbed his cock, pushed it in, and he took his time, slowly in. I could hear Claire moaned. Frank. To tell you the truth, the women of this town don't like me very much because I make their husband's heads turn."They are terribly jealous and possessive and afraid I will steal their man away from them. And the men here are afraid to talk to me because of their wives. "I'm like the Jezebel of this town, even though I've never tried to come on to any of them or interfere with their marriages or anything like that. Just because of how I look and how I dress I am an outcast. And I hate it."A.