“You keep your filthy hands off my boy!” Diane shot back at her.“Oh relax, I was just kidding. Besides, I don’t think I’m his type unlike ...ou.” Alison said casually.“What’s that supposed to mean?” Diane queried.“Nothing. All I’m saying is whenever I come over, it doesn’t matter if I’m wearing the shortest skirt in existence, I’m not the one he can’t take his eyes off.” Alison said as she twirled her hair playfully.“Just what exactly are you insinuating?” Diane pressed the matter. She. She’d gotten a major good deal when purchasing it, $110,000 in total. That and the one-ten her ex had ripped her off for, left her with a bit over a quarter-mil to make her way in the world. She’d be needing to get a job, somewhere. Jesus, she should have given the money back and kept her good man: water under the bridge now. She had to think.She had heard that Julian had moved back to Bullhead. He had to quit changing addresses; it was making her dizzy. But it was his business, not. Obviously something was wrong and by the looks of it, I would know soon enough. Daddy pointed to the chair and I sat down, my heart racing. “What is it, my Daddy?” I looked up at him and he cocked his head to one side. He yanked my camisole down roughly revealing the red squeezed flesh of my tit. “Daddy! I’m sorry! It was a reflex. I didn’t mean to!” Daddy did something to the camera and turned the chair around so the back was to the camera. He pointed to the seat and I got on all fours. There. Right, Sara?" Yes, Mr. Karlsson," the young girl replied in a low voice."Sara, why don't you take young Lisa and help her pour a hot bath and we'll start preparing the food in the meantime?" Yes, Mr. Karlsson," the young, blonde maid answered, taking Lisa's hand while leading her out of the room. Lisa felt both the patrons and David's eyes following her when she left.*****Sigvard Karlsson grunted happily when the door closed behind the two girls. "Beautiful girl, right David?"David blushed and.