I knew that Dad had been concerned with how Rob would take the news. It seemed to me that a good part of his job was being taken over by Mr. Jones. He...didn't seem upset at all, in fact, he only asked two questions."Who do I report to? Who does this Jones fellow report to?" You still will only be reporting to me. Of course, you'll be coordinating all your manpower requirements through Ron. Ron will be reporting to both of us, but he is a well trained professional at hiring and training sales. The little girl swam up to her father and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Hi Daddy, She laughed. Larry gasped, when he felt his little girls bikini-clad pussy press against his dick. His ten inch dick was sticking halfway out of his trunks. He wished he had worn a larger size. Susans bikini had shrunk even more in the water, and with her swimming had twisted to the side, exposing her pussy completely. She felt her fathers dick pressed against her pussy lips but, being naive,. .you can tell me the whole sorry tale there."Rob got another garden chair out of the shed and gave it a wipe down before spreading an old towel over it. Lesley sat down. She had a drink from the brandy induced coffee mug and let the alcohol smooth her body and mind almost immediately. Taking her time, she gave Rob a full account of her ordeal in Ernie's bedroom. She missed nothing out...told the truth, and when finished, held her head in shame. She was mortified. Rob thought all his 64. I commanded myself to stay hard and not ejaculate as I knee walked between her open and raised legs.As you remember, Andy is a screamer. Uncle Bert had not programmed that. In fact, he had given her specific commands which kept her quiet when she was orgasming since Andy’s screams could take the paint off the walls. I gave her no command of silence. In fact, I said, “Now, my sweet little whore, I want to hear you scream.”She laughed as she wrapped those delightful legs around me and pulled me.