" Please, Kevin," she begged. "I don't know what to do with her. She does her translation work nine to five, comes home and watches TV and goes to bed... She never smiles, never speaks unless absolutely necessary. She goes to bed early and sleeps through the night – ten or eleven hours. She's pale and getting thinner. I don't know who to turn to and you seem to be the key to this. Please, can it hurt to come and meet her?"Her logic was impeccable, her moral arm-twisting emotionally painful. On a. " I heard him say.I froze asking myself if I should. What if we get caught? What if my daughter comes down, what if she sees me like this, in my panties and bra or maybe even completely naked? I couldn't breathe, the thought of my daughter looking at me... at my tits... at my ass was drowning my senses, making me... hot.Oh God... what was I turning into? How could I think like that about my daughter? I looked down and saw that I already unbuttoned my blouse. Slowly, trying to get my Daughter. Ya thin' she'll work out?" I dunno, Louie--you're the one who'll have to be the judge of that."Lenny was surprised at this revelation, she could not for the life of her see what this fellow, Louie, had that was of value to the influential Boss Carl. The whole thing somehow excited her. It was so mysterious and unusual. She began to realize that she was involved in something bigger than a simple nightclub act-- precisely what that something was still remained a mystery to her.Louie led them down. John stopped and said ‘Relax, am just getting you ready’. I did as I was told and tried to relax, my heart still pounding not knowing what to expect next. I felt one hand rest on my cheek and his other hand now started to massage my hole with his fingers. It felt so wrong but I didn’t want him to stop, I was starting to enjoy everything. The more his fingers rubbed my whole the more I wanted him to go in further. I turned to him and said ‘you can slide a finger in if you want’. Without.