He didn’t acknowledge me at all. It was sort of like I wasn’t there. I’m not sure why, but I can guess he must have had a thing for her and well... that showed.Right then, this whole thing could have gone either way. Lindie was near tears and she just said, “Please!”“This child is your... ?” he asked.I piped up “Sister!” before Lindie could form a word or anything.Jack looked like he was surprised at my outburst, but nodded his head. He thought for a second and then said, “OK,” to Lindie.. ‘No, it’s not your mother they think I am,’ she continued, ‘they suspect I might be a hooker that you’ve hired for the night.’‘My god, that’s not much comfort either. What can we do?’Mom looked up at me with that stern look in her face again.‘The only thing that will convince them that I’m not a paid escort is if you kiss me.’‘But, jeez, I can’t do that.’ I complained. ‘Isn’t there another way?’Mom shook her head. ‘The only thing that a prostitute doesn’t do with a trick is let him kiss her. I. She closed her eyes and took one last deep breath, "Okay daddy, I need you inside me. I...oh Daddy."I marvelled at her beautiful body as it shook with lust on top of me. Her large, pert breasts, the nipples rock hard and still glistening with my cum, her tiny hands pressing firmly on my chest as she slowly lowered herself onto me.Millimetre by millimetre she took me into her. There was fierce resistance at first just to take the very tip of my cock into her tiny tight virginal pussy, but when I. “Go in the kitchen now,” I ordered. “Sally will give you a list of tasks that have to be done before dinner. Once dinner’s finished, you’ll be passed around among my guys – they all want to test-drive you since you just got here. Sally will show you to your quarters in the basement. After dinner, the men will visit you in there, one by one. You’re in for a long night... there’s no getting around that.” Sally opened the door, holding a list, and looked at her indifferently. “Notice that no one.