”“You don’t think I’m pretty?”“I think you’re very pretty,” I said. “It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a centerfold pose yet...so I can’t judge.”“That’ll never happen,” said Tracy.“Why not do it if it’s okay with both of us?” I was staring at her tits at the time, or as much as her blouse and bra would allow me to see. “It’s not okay, Spencer. It’s like those disclaimers they add at the end of the stories: Reading about a fantasy is okay but trying to act them out is just plain wrong.” I. FUCK......now....I'm fucking you," Brooke was going crazy with lust, bucking atop her father like she was riding a bull. "Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna come!"Mike leaned his head back into the couch as his daughter spoke in such dirty phrases. He took her in, in all her glory, shimmering with sweat as she worked herself rhythmically upon him, her breasts bouncing and her abs rippling as they flexed. She was a work of art, and he the artist. Brooke's hair was over her eyes and he took her face in. She resisted, with all her might, pulling them over her head as if she was a little girl. She was known for her ability to deal with crises of any sort and she wasn't about to give in to panic, no matter how much she was tempted to do so.What she knew, so far, was she had definitely been abducted. At least that's the only thing that made sense. But why the extensive wardrobe if she was to be a white slave? That didn't make sense. But if there was no sexual connotation, then why blanket her. They all agreed, he was easily one of three best chefs in the city. Chef came to thank them for coming and they thanked him sincerely for one of the best gourmet meal they ever had.Chef knew Nat's family's presence and endorsement could make him secure very fast in the city.By the time they reached home it was nearly midnight.They all had nightcap. Nat pulled his daughter in his lap as he did when she was young and hugged her. The thought she would not be around made him sad, "Really daddy!! I.