.Her father glanced over, and chuckled. You two are quite the couple! they all laughed at the joke.The twins rolled their eyes, and then rolled their ...yes at each other. Such typical middle schoolers, embarrassed by their, and their family's, mere existence.She folded up the magazine, and stuffed it into her small Coach hobo purse.They soon pulled up in front of the hotel, and she stepped out as the doorman opened the door for her. Henry stepped out after, looking dashing in an Armani suit. She. I could tell the guys trained her well to be whore. She loved her ass being fucked. She was moaning out fuck my ass harder, harder. Was that a change from I don’t like ass fucking, I think it is dirty.The guys kept passing Julia around like fuck meat, they fucked her in any hole available.We all finally took a break for a few drinks and conversation. Julia and I were sitting on the bed and she leaned over to me and said you know I want lots of men to fuck me when we get home. Even right now my. But then another thought occurred to me. And it was my turn again. "Dylan, Truth or Dare?" Truth, Daddy," she said."How many boys have you, brought to climax?" I said. I couldn't believe I had just asked my daughter this question. Amber giggled, I think at my use of "climax." I couldn't quite say "cum" to my daughter just yet. I got a little worried when I saw Dylan had to do some calculating in her head."About fifteen," she said. I was shocked. I figured that must mean that she had either. Then I managed to help Smriti regain her composure – the poor thing was supremely pissed at being manhandled by this motherfucker – and explained the only way out to them. Smriti made the call to our manager.“Sir, this is Smriti here. We were working late today when Santosh turned up at office, presumably drunk (thankfully for us, he did have a drink! Hardly drunk, but it worked for us.) The bastard saw us and hurled expletives at Kritika and me, calling us whores who sleep around to get ahead.