. I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore... but I don't care... I don't! Forgive me, Nadine baby... forgive me, Jamey... Oh God, plea...e forgive me!He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, the dark-shades concealing his eyes like a vicious curse upon him... a curse that her own husband had helped inflict! Her eyes dampened, she wanted to cry. Lord in heaven, she owed him more than she could ever repay him! Cal's sin was on her shoulders! She stared at. I could just make out her pussy under the cloth and my temp was on the way up as well as my cock. She comes over to the chair I'm sitting in , straddles my leg between hers and leans over holding on to my left thigh about 1 inch from my growing problem. I take my eyes off the TV and look into hers. She is looking up at me smiling with that beautiful mouth and bright eyes. "Alone again she says". "Yep" and I start caressing the back of her head..a pure Fatherly form of affection while we looked. I don’t know what it was between me and her, but we both were clearly competitive.I attempted to go down on her again, but she pushed me away when I did that.I cocked an eyebrow at her and she did the same to me. I guessed correctly she wanted me to figure out what she wanted without saying so.I smiled and shoved her shoulder. She shoved mine in response.I held out my hand and she grabbed mine. She then slowly lowered herself to the floor, pulling against my weight. I had to do the same to. “Conflict between programming and your will?” She said nothing and her expression did not change. I was sure Uncle Bert had programmed her to not reveal some information and to keep other information secret until some trigger point was achieved. A good part of my frustration was not knowing all I wanted to know. I decided to try a direct order.“I order you to answer my question completely.”Her eyes blinked rapidly and her body relaxed. She gave me a wan little smile.“Yes. I am in.