" Sarah mumbled hurriedly.Paul Miller smiled as he took in the sight before him, opened the door wider and stepped to one side, inviting her in. "Sara..., sweetheart, come in, you'll catch your death out there." He grabbed a towel from the laundry basket next to the front door and offered it to her as she stepped inside."Thanks Daddy...is Mum here? I know she's still pretty mad about our fight, so I don't want to stay any longer than I have to" She said as she begun to shiver from her wet. ..just come out and say it....YOU ENJOYED GETTING FUCKED!!!!"she said."I...uhh...." was the onyl response coming out of my mouth at themoment."I knew it. You enjoyed it. You really are a slut!! Well theres more tocome. This was just the highlight sweetheart. Why dont you go take ashower and get ready in your male clothes while I go get changed myself.Then we'll head off to dinner" she said.As she left to go and get ready, I could only watch her as she swayedwith the fake dick moving towards one. ”“What?”“Did I stutter? Stand. Up.”She slowly brought herself up.“Now pull up your skirt.”“Why?”“You are asking an awful lot of questions. Just do as you’re told.”Hesitantly, she pulled up her skirt, revealing a lacy black thong.“Now place your elbows on the desk and bend over.”She slowly started to do so.Benjamin took a step toward her and began to massage her cheeks.Cynthia was so confused. What was he doing back that? Seriously…what the hell was—“Oww!” she jerked up, but he held her down on. They were hard as stone and impossible to miss -- if someone were to look. Fortunately, her Aunt was too busy running her hands over the slightly sore skin on her ass to notice her nips poking through her thin camisole."What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" demanded Aunt Jane.Alicia said nothing, wishing the floor would swallow her up. She could smell the scent wafting up from between her legs. Her excitement. She prayed her aunt wouldn't notice."Alicia," said the woman, "tell me what happened.