So what you have decided wants to be my slave or will live a destitute life on street until I finally ends your miserable life painfully under my luxu...ious cars wheels he he he he,No I accept to be your slave replied the poor girl falling down on her mistress feet and start kissing toe tips of her expensive leather pumps."He he he he I always know that you were born to be my slave and now you officially don't exist for outside world any more all the traces of your existence are removed you are. Angie stopped the tape, fifteen minutes had passed, my glass was empty, my cock was hard and the room felt stifling hot. Leaning forward my sister picked up the bottle of wine and refilled our glasses, filling them to the brim, to my joy."Well," Angie grinned, "that was something." I wonder if there's any more on the tape?" I mused.Angie fanned herself and took a sip of her wine before replying."It's bloody hot in here." she said, "Excuse me while I undo a few buttons, then I'll restart the. It was like watching a sillysci-fi flick with cheap but frightening special effect. Or at least thatwas I thought about this scene."Yes, dear?"?Ronnie replied with his real, flat accented, voice.The autopilot Kimberly pushed him away and raced out the toilet. Sheran to the door where she saw her daddy, standing in front of the mirrorat the corner of living room."Daddy?! Help me... It's mom..."?Still facing the mirror at the corner. Bruce Goldman didn't move aninch. Kimberly could see his. Nearly all of her male clientele got off on fucking and under aged girls, they really liked it when she called them daddy, and told them to fuck her hard before mama came home. That it got her off, pretending it was her father fucking her made it even better. She heard a quick inhale of breath from behind her. She pretended to be outing something in her purse, and over her shoulder said, “Coming doctor.” She had to suppress a big grin as she stood up and turned around. She was completely aware.