“I’m OK with it if you are,” she replied.“OK,” I said, “But you have to let me film it.”We talked about how to set up a camera to record...the illicit activity. Emily had a tiny camera embedded in a blank CD cover that she said could transmit a signal. We were set. I asked her to come by the house on Saturday morning and to wear something slutty and sexy. She laughed and replied,“I don’t have anything slutty, but sexy, I can pull that off easily.”On Saturday morning, I asked Rick to take the kids. "No. I have no desire to be fucked in the ass or give head. I just like dressing up," Andrea informed her. "How often do you dress?" Simone questioned. "Almost every day. Under those Armani suits that you say look great on me I am usually wearing sheer pantyhose or panties. The full transformation is reserved for the weekends." "Have you ever dressed for a girlfriend?" "Just once. She accused me of being a sick and twisted fuck as she stormed out the door. She broke up with me the next day.". Stop being so silent answer me. Tell me Im your daddy bitch. Not even thinking with his cock in my face and balls basically on my chin, I mutter out, your my Daddy Jake. He laughs and calls in the guard. John, he then tells me Im unlucky as John was his actual brother. He tells John to get a picture. Then I beg like a girl please no Ill do anything. He tells me to crawl over to John and beg to suck his cock till he cums in my mouth. He tells me he is straight, but john is gay and would love my. As the rushing in his ears subsided he cocked his head.....he could hear something from the other room. He stopped to listen and was horrified to realise what it was. Charlotte. Charlotte sobbing as if the hounds of hell were after her. He groaned. Oh God, that was all he needed, an overwrought emotional woman, weeping on his bedroom floor. He briefly considered climbing out the window, and leaving her there, making some excuse when next he saw her. But that was out of the question. He had got.