I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and removed my trousers now semi naked I ran back down stairs as I had heard the toaster pop up.I buttered my toa...t and ate it as I stood in my kitchen I took two gulps of tea and went back upstairs placing my cup on the bed side table I returned to the bathroom to check on my water which was ok I turned the taps off and climbed in feeling the hot water on my skin was nice after a hot night at the foundry where I worked. Leaning back into the water it felt. Smart girl,he thought. Nobody would pay attention to that subject heading. Then he frowned.Ms. Jennifer Patrick ("JP") was not his real daughter. She had been marriedat one time to his oldest son. He was still closer to Jennifer than he wasto his own daughters. They understood each other without being judgmental. Operation Mason, Operation Mason . . . , he repeated to himself as he turnedback to the computer on the table behind his large, cluttered desk. After afew mouse clicks he was scrolling. Feeling so lasciviously sexy, it took Eve no time at all before the dildo plunging into her filthy, piss-soaked pussy, was bringing her on towards a fabulous climax. She moaned and sighed and groaned as the almost unbearable waves of sexual delight swept through her body. Finally, unable to take any more, she let herself lie back in the putrid, repugnant pool of filth, so that she just lay there panting in the stinking urine. Get the fucking whore over to the shit bowls, one of the men. You will mate with the dogs, but sometimes you hesitated and want Bobbi to join you. If she declines or cannot at the moment, you have sometimes looked disappointed. You go off to do some work, but you don’t go to the dogs. It is even more so with the horses. As much as you do engage in sex around here with us and some of the a****ls, there are times you have seemed to hold back. Is that accurate?”She shyly looked at them, her hips slowly moving, stopping, and moving. “Yes … it’s true.”“This is.