This can't be right. I hit thebutton on the FOB again. The car in front of me beeped and the lightsflashed.It was a new sleek black luxury sports car....That's your piece of shit?" Stephanie asked."You know..." I said, letting my voice trail. "It's um..." Quick. Whatshould I say? "...not this year's model."Stephanie walked around it, mouth agape touching the car with herfinger. I noticed her finger was rubbing a trail of dust off the car."This is an Audi A5. You must be loaded!" She said in. Small, greenish things no bigger than a peanut, but much thinner, wriggled about in the fluid, tiny tentacles wriggling from their bodies. Maybe I had made them with Daddy’s cum? Whatever they were, they quickly began to move.I watched in fascination as they made their way to the woman’s nipples. Dozens of them congregated around each, until a few seemed to grab hold of the edges of the erect flesh with their tentacles, pulling hard. Another then headed towards the stretched skin, finding the. “Oh, I don’t think you will say no, do you? Nobody else has seen these. Yet. But, please, if you say something trite like, this is blackmail, I will be sorely disappointed. We all have to do what we have to do.”I stared down at the photographs. I had no doubts she would use these if I tried to refuse to do what she asked. Once more I felt I would be sick. “String him along, do whatever you need to, I want to know whatever he tells you. Pillow talk is always useful. I mean, you don’t have to. He twisted his body and struck me with his arm as he turned. Pain flared in my side as I stumbled back. I crashed into his chest of drawers. The wooden furniture creaked and rocked. I bounced off and fell onto my hands and knees. Tears sprang to my cheek.The anger melted from his face. “Pater’s cock,” he groaned, rushing to me. “My sweetling. I didn’t mean to hit you.”“I’m fine, Father,” I lied, such anger surging through me even as I stared at his cock swaying before me. It bobbed before my.