He paid special attention to her breast kneading them under the cloth and running the cloth down between her legs. She started begging; “Please Mast...r, let me rest, I can’t take any more, Please!” He covered her mouth with his hand and said; “Don’t say another word! I will decide how much you can take, understand?” She nodded as he still had his hand over her mouth. He took his hand off her mouth and once more cupping his hand over her shaved and soaped sex he ran his index finger over her clit. When the episode was over, she turned towards me and we began giggling about how silly the show was. She asked me if I wanted another glass of wine before going to bed. I told her of course. We stood up and I knew a tent had formed in my pjs. We downed two more glasses of wine before she gave me a hug good night. The hug lasted longer than usual and she pecked me on the lips. Typically she didn't kiss me at all or just gave me a little peck on the cheek. Then she told me about a picture album. She is wearing a loose dress and is barefoot. She always smiles.Then, gradually the pictures change. Little by little. Do they change them when I am not looking? Or were they always like this and I have only begun to see them clearly?The backgrounds are less general, more specific: things I have seen here. Places and rooms I have been to, here.Finally, I recognise the girl in the picture: it is me.Here I am serving tea to a man and a woman. I do not recognize them but in the picture, they smile. ” Madison with no panties on scampered down the stairs. Jim eyeballed his daughter’s bald pussy as he handed her the phone. “Hello”“Hello Madison. This is Dylan Shapiro, how are you?”“I’m good Mr. Shapiro, what can I do for you?”“Well, the wife and I and a couple of friends are going to the casino’s on Friday night and was wondering if you wanted to do some babysitting for us? The only thing is we will be coming back around two or three in the morning. Will that be too late for you? Make.