“Poor lads,” she said, indicating Peter and Remus coming in behind their friends. She was right. It was an anticlimax to see Remus and Peter with...their dates. Remus, a nice enough looking boy, looked great in his navy dress robes, but he suffered in comparison with the other two. He was also rather pale, and I remembered he had been ill that week and wondered vaguely if he would make it through the evening. Peter, who was very plain at the best of times and had struggled to find a date. " Yes. In Denver. I'm sorry. I should have telephoned you. Ashley's jobtakes her away sometimes on short notice, and ... " Allison. Where is Ashley? Don't lie to me."Allison looked confused. "Dinner should be ready!" she exclaimed."Allison. Tell me the truth."And then she was crying, uncontrollably. She slumped to the floor. Shecovered her face with her hands."Don't hate me, Master," she said. "Mistress Ashley .... she left me, She ran away."It took me almost an hour to get the whole story from. "I need you, every part of you." His lips pushed hard against mine until the coppery taste of blood touched my tongue. That was all the answer I needed. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh. His fingers neared my warmth. I took a sharp breathe as I felt him push aside the scrap of lace and slide two fingers inside me. I whimpered with pleasure as he slowly began to slide them in and out of my body. Twisting his fingers he pushed deeper and harder. My hips rose to meet him. I found myself. It was my dad, and he was clearly checking out my thong clad ass as I walked away from him and bent over! “Any guy is going to look at a naked girl's ass when its bent over in front of them, that doesn’t prove anything” I rebutted “Fine then, let’s put it to the test. You make him sleep in your bed tonight, wearing that, and we will see what happens.” “What! No, I haven’t slept with my daddy in years!” “Enough! Stop with your attitude you little slut.” He said coldly “This is not a discussion.