Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Robert Takes Over

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They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
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we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Robert Takes Over - (dad-bob.txt) - Well, Cindy is his property,
posession, chattel now - even in a community property state. It's only
right her husband call the shots. In his wisdom, Robert tries to mend
a family rift. M/F, anal, oral, inc. B&D


	The plan was for Cindy to finish school. The necessity was to
wait until Stanton and Emily had come of age. It was eight months to
the unlikely and excrutiatingly distant goal. It was four until Stanton
turned 18.
	Neither was defendable when the fury ascended from San Diego. No
mere legal barrier could halt June Mattson's assault. There was hell to
pay and the only negotiable tender was a piece of Bill's hide.
	"I know it's illegal and... and... perverted!" Cindy's mother was
screaming.
	It was clear as crystal now. There had been immoral goings-on on
that trip on Denver's yacht. Cindy was clearly a minor at that time.
She had yet to discover Denver had followed Cindy and been in residence
two months while that objection was removed by time. Bill was her
target anyway. She was ready to believe the unnatural relationship
between him and Cindy in her rage.
	"But you chose to withhold that knowledge until it became useless," Bill replied calmly. "Cindy is of age. She's married. There's
nothing you can do about it now."
	"You'll see that there is!" June fumed. "You won't get away with
it! I'll have the marriage anulled! You'll see what I can do!"
	She was crazed with fury. No one, and least of all her worthless
ex-husband, was going to divert her. She did not pause to consider her
true opponent was Robert Denver. He was just a name, a contributor to
her ire in some sense, but it was Bill that had unheedingly continued
to ignore her wisdom and now had allowed the unthinkable to happen.
	Her daughter. Married. And she hadn't had the chance to auction
her off, the least of her priviledge as her mother. No chance to be
in the spotlight and accept the attentions of suitors as she controlled
the valuable property of her daughter.
	"I think we better go see what she has planned," Robert said in 
the ensuing conference.
	"Why? Make her drag her aged ass up here if she wants to fight!"
Cindy fumed.
	"Because that will cause more commotion and she'll eat up the
publicity," Robert said. "There'll be a battery of lawyers in San Diego
and another here. That's too many and sure to make a huge mess."
	"So we go to her home field? Doesn't that give her an advantage?"
Bill asked.
	"Not when it's my home field too," Robert said. "I'd say it puts
her at a disadvantage. You'll see."
	Home school - actually a tutor hired to prepare Cindy for the
reagent's exam - it was an obvious option that hadn't been obvious to
Cindy or Bill. It meant parting from Emily and Stanton for a while,
but that was Cindy's mother's fault.
	They did not slink into town, hoping to ferret out June's
strategy and prepare their own response. They entered loudly, with
everything short of a parade. Robert eagerly showed off his new bride
at gatherings including the most powerful people he knew, from the area
at least.
	He had decided to keep the battle local. It was, he said,
unseemly to swat a fly with a rocket launcher or hunt rabbits with
hand grenades. There was the matter of containing the rumor machine
as well, but he didn't refer to that.
	It was boring in the extreme as Robert wasn't courting the type
of people Cindy was allowed to seduce. He certainly encouraged her to
ramp up the sexual tension, but explained it might set the wrong tone
if she fucked them before he called on them to express outrage.
	Private life was as good as ever, not counting Cindy's loss of
her best friend. Miss Turner, her tutor, was all right, but no
substitute for her partner in crime and sexual mischief. Miss Turner
was too much business for Cindy to feel she could seduce her, and she
was shocked when she found that was not the basis of the tutor's
character.
	"Emily is the one that likes this, not me!" Cindy was complaining
as Denver pushed his cock against her asshole.
	"But you don't really mind," Denver told her.
	Who was he to say? That irritated Cindy more than the cock going
in her ass.
	"I do it because it pleases you, not me," Cindy fumed.
	"I know. And I take advantage of it because it's heart-warming to
think you care that much," Robert said, pushing deeper. "But you hardly
mind. You object because it does you no good."
	That was a distinction too fine for the moment. Robert had used
slippery and his cock was sliding in too quickly. Cindy anticipated
the furious stroking that put her on edge and wasn't able to gather
her thoughts for a reply.
	"If there was someone licking your pussy, you wouldn't mind a 
bit," Robert continued the conversation when she returned from the
bathroom after washing off her just-fucked ass.
	Cindy couldn't deny the difference when she was excited with a
cock in her ass. She'd been licked while being fucked, but had trouble
imagining that with a cock fucking her ass. The cock was still when she
had a good time. Cindy was skeptical of his theory.
	"Emily isn't here," Cindy pointed out. "Who's going to lick my
pussy? Miss Turner?"
	Robert didn't continue the conversation. He gathered Cindy in
when she flounced onto the bed and after a brief hug pushed her down
to suck his cock. Cindy thought it was cute. She liked a man that knew
what he wanted and it was to her advantage. After all, the hard-on she
raised would fuck her and that was the point.

	"Where's Daddy?" Cindy asked as she walked into the windowed
room overlooking the water.
	"He's doing me a favor," Roger said. "We can look in on him if
you'd like."
	It wasn't the kind of looking Cindy was familiar with. There were
things about Robert's apartment she had not discovered. In this case
it was a hidden panel that slid away to leave a clear view of the
second bedroom. Well, not a clear view. There was a hint of mistiness
that Cindy discovered was a silkscreen on coarse linen that afforded
the unimpeded view.
	From the other, lighted side, it was decor. From their post in
the dark, it was a window.
	The ramifications of that were lost in the sight on the bed.
Daddy's 'favor' for Robert was stripping Miss Turner to the raw. She
was giggling in a way Cindy had never heard. 
	"Oh, Mr. Keller! You're so bad!" Miss Turner bubbled, obviously
excited by the badness.
	"The point, my dear," Robert whispered, anticipating Cindy's question, "Is showing you what it means to mind taking it in the ass."
	Cindy felt the chill go through her. The implication was clear
enough. She was going to watch Daddy fuck her teacher in the ass. Cindy
tried to pant quietly as the thought made her wet.
	"Oh, no, no, what are you doing?" Miss Turner trilled with rising
concern.
	Daddy was slapping a glob of sticky on the tutor's ass. Her
playful amusement had vanished. Cindy saw the look of concentration
Miss Turner exhibited when faced with a difficult problem.
	"I don't think I like that," Miss Turner protested. "Stop! I
don't do that!"
	Cindy knew she'd fight more if she felt the way Miss Turner said.
She didn't ponder the forces, political and economic that might stop
her from striking out. Robert was pulling down her pants and Cindy had
better things to heed.
	Cindy felt naughty when Robert's fingers explored her pussy. He
had discovered how excited the scene in front of her made her. He knew
what a dirty girl she was. She found out what a randy man Robert was
a moment later when a hard cock pressed into her pussy.
	Daddy kept up a cajoling, apologizing patter as he kept trying to
get his cock in Miss Turner's ass. As her evasion was to pull her ass
away, not scramble from the bed, he was eventually successful. Robert
was deep in Cindy's pussy and stroking as Miss Turner made another 
appeal.
	"Don't hurt me," her plea had changed "It's too big back there!"
	It was far too big to judge from Miss Turner's struggles. She
was too timid to be effective, but she didn't stop trying to evade
Daddy even when he was fully inserted in her ass. Cindy lost respect
for Miss Turner as she watched.
	If she didn't want it, then kick and scratch. If she was
protesting for form, then make the best of it when the battle was lost.
Miss Turner's struggles were too little or too much. Cindy lost
interest and concentrated on Robert fucking her.
	Daddy seemed to reach his limit of frustration soon after.
	"You suck me off if I take it out?" Daddy offered Miss Turner.
	She agreed most eagerly. It brought Cindy's level of arousal
back up to watch Miss Turner spin around and let Daddy poke his cock
in her face. Cindy's sympathy for the unnatural taste of the jelly
was transformed into leering lust as she saw Miss Turner react.
	That the cock had been in her ass may have contributed to Miss
Turner's scrunched expression as she paid her ransom for removing it from her ass. Cindy only saw the disgusted expression and it fed her
excitement as she was fucked watching the drama unfold. It was a rather
exploitive show, but Cindy was not bothered. Her loss of respect for
her tutor let her enjoy Miss Turner's disgrace.
	She, and Robert, came off long before Daddy. By mutual consent
the voyeurs withdrew before it happened. It was no longer as exciting
in the aftermath of their orgasms.
	"You don't mind at all, in the broader scope of things," Robert
told Cindy back in their bedroom.
	"All right," Cindy said, conceeding to the evidence, "But that
doesn't mean I don't mind some. Emily likes it. I'm not her either."
	"And I'm not campaigning," Robert said. "You take it when I give
it to you. Given the nature of our fucking, you can't help it. The only
reason I'm making a thing about it is for you. I appreciate you wanting
to please me and I want to reward you by finding the way that makes it
the best for you."
	Well, strange as it sounded, it was like him. He liked to torment
her as long as it didn't bother her too much. The form was important,
but not making it real. It was confusing and Cindy didn't think she
had to understand it all to understand her part. And she knew he meant
well.
	The strangest part of the demonstration is that Miss Turner not
only didn't mention it, but that she stayed on as if none of it had
happened. She was less charming to Daddy, but that was a subtle thing
Cindy didn't think she'd have noticed if she hadn't been looking for
changes.
	Miss Turner still seemed as solicitous as ever to Robert, even
in front of Cindy. Cindy was offended to go with her lost respect for
her tutor. She couldn't decide if Miss Turner thought she was too
subtle or Cindy too dumb to see it. It certainly put an end to even
the thought of seducing Miss Turner.

	There was a silence on June Mattson's part for a time. It could
not be from any trouble in locating the newlyweds. Everyone knew Robert
Denver had brought a child bride to town.
	The first move was a suit for alienation of affection aimed at
Denver. It had hardly any ground but other approaches had less. Cindy
was of age when she married. Really, anything was pointless, but June
had to make some fuss.
	Cindy felt a real ambiguity as she looked on her prison for the
recent summer. It was the home of seething nausea, and also where she
had been when Robert rescued her. Goodness came out of evil. But
the fond memories involved escape and Cindy was going to enter.
	"Hello James, you know why we're here," Cindy managed to sound
jaunty.
	"Yes, M'am, you are expected. I trust you know the way?" James
said with the same snickering formality.
	It never hurt to let the working man do his job. It didn't hurt
that James didn't hate her. Sparing him at her own inconvenience had 
been good karma.
	"Daddy, let me introduce Daddy," Cindy said to a bewildered
Kevin Mattson.
	Mattson looked from Denver, past Cindy to Bill in surprise. He
seemed unprepared for so many. Cindy calling him Daddy instead of
Mr. Mattson hadn't sunk in.
	"Daddy is Bill Kennedy?" Mattson asked.
	"Keller," Bill corrected. "And Daddy is Kevin Mattson."
	Mattson's reaction was rapid blinking. It looked like he was
calculating the introduction.
	"I think it is very late to try to win me over by flattery,"
Mattson told Cindy.
	"You can't believe a change of heart?" Cindy said. "You're not
my enemy. I'm not sure you ever were. You sided with my enemy. She
can't touch me now. Can't I stop being defensive?"
	It was all Cindy could do not to take Mattson's arm and rub up
against it, but Robert had specifically forbid her. Embarrassing him
was only going to make him shy and that was counter to everyone's
wishes.
	It was hard enough for Mattson to take Cindy at face value. He
hadn't understood her before and a flash of new woman meant little
more. He gave Cindy a skeptical look and turned to Denver.
	"There is the question of your wife being beyond reach," Mattson
said.
	"I don't think it's in question, but your wife seems to," Denver
replied.
	"And her lawyers don't," Mattson said. "They had to carefully
argue her out of several frivolous actions and didn't manage to
dissuade her in this one."
	"My lawyers, while laughing and opening champagne, seemed to think
it very difficult to prove there was any affection to alienate," Denver said, to a relieved sigh from Mattson.
	"I couldn't mention it to the opposing camp, but since you have
brought it up, I'm informed I will likely be called to substatiate
*your* claim," Mattson said in the least stuffy way Cindy had ever
heard him speak.	"I'm sure you see my position there."
	Denver nodded gravely, but Cindy spoke up, "Then, see? Mending
fences is a way to contend you do like me, perhaps there were circumstances."
	Mattson turned a dismissive look on Cindy that slowly turned to
puzzlement.
	"We could promise not to call you," Denver offered. "I think
little of our premise will focus on a three week stay. At least on
your end."
	From confusion, Mattson's eyes jumped to Denver like Denver was
a refuge. He was searching for deceit with a search hopeful of failure.
	"She left me, Dad," Cindy said to Mattson. "Ask anyone how much
affection I had for her after she left. Ask yourself what leaving says
about her affection for me."
	Mattson was not prepared to deal with a two-pronged approach. It
was worse when each prong spoke a different language and offered
opposing compromises.
	"Then it might not become an issue?" Mattson wanted to confirm.
	"No," Denver said firmly. "We use your two weeks with a girl
you had previously seen for perhaps fifteen minutes a year before and
her lawyers would rip us to shreds. Your testimony would be an amusing
anecdote in a four-year history of separation."
	"Then why did you want to see me? Why did you ask when I was
alone?" Mattson asked.
	"Can't June see how she's going to look if this goes in front
of a judge?" Bill interrupted the answer.
	"I think she's being informed at the moment," Mattson said. "I
hate to think how she'll be when she comes home. Whatever the
information leads her to do."
	"We came because Cindy wanted to assure you she knew it wasn't
your fault," Denver said in answer to the previous question.
	Mattson was appropriately suspicious. He still did not trust
this change in the bitter, sullen ferret that he had housed only a
few months before.
	"And because I've always had this real dirty fantasy," Cindy
said, forging through Denver's surprised look. "But I need two
Daddys to make it work."
	"Whatever do you mean?" Mattson questioned before a puzzled and
then outraged look came on his face. "You certainly can't mean..."
	She couldn't mean what he couldn't say. Oh, but she did. She
gave Denver a sharp look and he shrugged and took Mattson by the arm.
The planned friendly guiding after agreement became an insistent pull
as Bill took Mattson's other arm and guided him upstairs.
	"It's out of the question! Absurd! I will do no such thing!"
Mattson pronounced as he stood still and let Cindy strip him of his
clothes.
	The mouth said no, but the eyes said yes, yes, yes. Actually, 
the eyes said Cindy was no real kin and he was as conflicted as he
would have been by a woman on the street. It was why she short-cut the
extended version that talked him into it. He wasn't against it. She was
sure being for it would exhibit itself in natural fashion once Cindy
set the stage.
	"But it's pretend because you're not my daddy," Cindy said with
her hand in his shorts.	"I can feel you want to. Give yourself a
treat."
	There was a complete emptyness of clever retorts in the cupboard
of a man who didn't cheat. Mattson was deciding and the decision was
rigged.
	He was in as much trouble for meeting them as there was. Nothing
additional would make it worse. And he did deserve some reward for
putting up with Cindy while she was there.
	Cindy didn't care why Mattson reacted as he did. She only knew
what he was going to do when she sucked his cock. Lack of polite
protocol, mind too confused to think, even an honest enjoyment, he was
going to stick in one position and become inanimate.
	Mattson became mobile again when he noticed Bill undressing.
	"Didn't you hear her?" Bill spoke for Cindy who had her mouth
full. "She needs two Daddys."
	Mattson was more nervous, but not provoked to flight by Bill's
naked approach. Bill stood behind Cindy, rubbing his cock in the crack
of her ass and smiling at Mattson.
	"Fuck me, Daddy," Cindy took Mattson's cock from her mouth to
say.
	"I've got a present for you, baby doll," Bill said as he pushed
his cock into Cindy's pussy.
	All the while Denver sat in a chair by the door, fully dressed,
watching his wife and her Daddys. It wasn't thrilling for him, but he
did appreciate how sexy his wife was without paying much attention to
the men.
	"Oh god!" Cindy gasped, lurching forward to hug Mattson around
the waist, his cock sliding out between her shoulder and face.
	She had directed Mattson's attention to where Bill was pushing 
his cock in her ass. Cindy let Daddy work it in a bit and then pushed
back with a wince and began sucking Mattson's cock again.
	"You like that, don't you Daddy," Cindy paused to indict Mattson,
"You like to watch Daddy fuck my ass."
	She sucked again, feeling Mattson's excitement in the vibration
of his cock.
	"Do you want to fuck my ass, Daddy?" Cindy asked Mattson
petulantly. "Would that make you hot?"
	Silence had served as consent before and Cindy straightened up 
as a signal. Daddy let her move away from his cock in her ass as she
helped Mattson back onto the bed.
	"If you let me do it, I promise it will be good," Cindy said
sincerely as she sat Mattson down.
	For God and Country, for God, Country, and the Queen, for God,
Country, the Queen, and the good of all! For pity sake! None of her
stirring slogans made it easier for a cock to go in her ass.
	Even the prior occupancy didn't blunt the first presentation to
her asshole that it had to open again. Cindy sat down on Mattson's
cock with all determination. It was mostly bad at first. Then she was
confronted with moving her ass to make that cock blunder around inside
her.
	She could do it. It was a cheap piece of blackmail until Mattson
had a hearty cum in her ass. She could get him off. It would be easy.
	"Fuck my ass, Daddy!" she called out to keep his interest.
	"Let me suck your cock, Daddy," she said to bring Bill over.
	Sucking Bill's cock gave Cindy some purpose, perhaps distraction
that made her slide up and down on Mattson's cock with the rhythm of
her mouth travelling along Bill's cock. Mattson's cock was throbbing.
	"Daddy, fuck my mouth! Daddy, fuck my ass!" Cindy freshened up
the incest as she drove her hips back onto Mattson's cock with new
ambition.
	She hadn't got to the dirty grind she intended when Mattson was
shooting off in her ass. She let him shoot and then settled down
to finish sucking off Daddy.
	Mattson squirmed under her as she bobbed on Daddy's cock. It
would be something if they were two Daddys, crossed Cindy's mind as her
ringed fingers jacked Daddy's cock behind her sucking.
	It was one of those reward moments when Cindy let Daddy fill her
mouth with cum. She kept sucking to make it memorable. They had
accomplished their mission. Mattson was in the fold. There would be
no overt reference to it. It was an understanding they had achieved,
the expected influence both obvious and deniable, even by Mattson to
himself.
	Griping that the cowardly dogs she hired were afraid of Robert
Denver, Cindy's mother grudgingly dropped the suit. What voice of
reason convinced her the determination was not worth the humiliation
was never clear, but Cindy liked to think Kevin had something to do
with it and spoke up because she'd let him fuck her in the ass.
	It was the kind of thing Cindy was prone to think anyway.
	It resulted in a just as effective whisper campaign that made
enemies of Robert Denver cluck their tongues and friends to adopt a
shocked reaction to avoid laughing.

	"Now you people can leave me alone!" Cindy cheered as she rushed
to give Emily a hug.
	She was glad to see Emily for more than a designated ass target,
but that was what she wanted to impress on Robert and Daddy. There
had been a disproportionate amount of cock in Cindy's ass as Robert
tried to convince her she liked it and now Cindy had the weapon to
strike back. When they remembered how Emily liked it, they would have
to revise their definition.
	Emily, and of course Stanton, for whom she waited, had been 
blessed by parents who were swayed by convincing arguments and small
bribes that finishing their school with Cindy was in everyone's
best interests.
	Now the evil five were reunited in a world with few rules.
	"I'm sorry I had your father attack Miss Turner now," Robert
said. "I don't know if she can be soothed back to make a sixth for
the party."
	"We don't need six. Emily likes two at once. I want both you and
Daddy. That sounds like a shortage, not an excess," Cindy argued.
	"But it never hurts to add new blood, fresh ideas," Robert said.
	"You can fuck her, you know. You're her boss. She'll let you,"
Cindy said.
	"No, it's not like Emily," Robert argued, "You've been together
so long, part of her is you. Miss Turner is like a stranger. I might as
well hire a hooker."
	"Why don't you?" Cindy asked.
	"Because I have you - now even the part that's in Emily," Robert
explained, "That's enough, but it doesn't hurt to have a spare."
	"Then fuck her," Cindy said. "Keep her in reserve. She'll come
when you call once you've established her place."
	It was Daddy Robert wanted fucking Miss Turner. Cindy saw that
and appreciated the possibility that it might be kindness. Robert had
shown no temper at her fucking Daddy, but Cindy had to hope that he
would not weep to see his opportunities to have her to himself
increase.
	It was silly on the face of it. She and Emily were more than a
match for the lot of them. There was no reason for any of them to feel
denied. The worst any could say was that they had to wait their turn.
	Cindy had been alert, even unconsciously so, to every woman that
Robert had fucked since they had been together. Not counting his
attempt to forget her when they were not together, she could count
exactly one dried-up old woman he'd fucked that wasn't her or Emily.
That came down hard on the side of Robert's devotion.
	"Well, dear, it's because you're so boring," Robert answered
when she pointed it out. "There are so many women like you who so
whole-heartedly join in with me that you're just in the way."
	Cindy didn't see how she could be in the way. She was bent up
into as compact a package as she could imagine, wrists and ankles
together, hanging above his bed. There was room to fuck under her
because Robert had her up where he had to stand on the bed to fuck her.
	Cindy was reminded of a realization she had long ago as Robert
pushed his cock into her. It was cock and pussy coming together that
made fucking, not the accessories. He could fuck her this way and the
result was only an enhancement in the bounce of her swinging as he 
stroked his cock in and out. 
	But that wasn't it. There was more now. It was the kind of 
'sum of all fucks' that made fucking Daddy so comfortable and
reassuring. She was beginning to feel the same way toward Denver.
	Well, news flash! Cindy likes her husband. Yes, news flash. 
There had always been a niggling question of her motives that Cindy
asked herself before she married Robert. Was his money the reason or
just trappings? It was trappings, a word more appropriate as she
swung like a pussy pinata while he thrust into her.
	Cindy wasn't considering deeper messages. Her thoughts were
drifting along the line of thought from it's like fucking to it's
what Robert likes to this is pretty damn good. Contrary to her first
tickles of uncertainty, her perception had become that she was the
object of desire to be pampered.
	As the bondage had become accessories, her immobility had become
her right to enjoy without participation. She stayed where she was tied
and Robert did the work of pleasuring her. If it worked for them both,
fine. It worked for Cindy.
	There was more somehow. It was not Miss Turner. Miss Turner was
only an example to sharpen Cindy's discernment. The problem was what
more there was. Cindy could grant Robert knew no more than she. Her
own perception of something was cloudy and Robert's inclination was
probably as cloudy to him.
	"It's not a rut," Cindy told Emily. "He always finds some new
approach so it's not the same old thing."
	"But since that doesn't count, it is the same thing," Emily said.
"I listen, you know. It's get tied up and fucked. You said that stuff
doesn't matter."
	"It matters Robert likes it," Cindy said sullenly.
	"Then you have to find another facet to bring back the zing,"
Emily said sensibly.
	"I don't like getting beat," Cindy argued. "I've looked it up.
That's the next thing in this stuff." 
	She had looked it up, but it had been after Robert tied her over
the couch and spanked her. Cindy hadn't told Emily about that. She
withheld it because of what Emily would say about her indecision to
marry Robert.
	She had found that Robert had gone with the least in placating
Daddy. Some B&D went right up to a blurred border with S&M. Where did
caning fit in? It seemed she might expect to be spanked and then
tied up, but the fact remained Robert had done the least.
	"Then tell him it's your turn to pick the game," Emily sighed.
"You're not becoming some submissive wife, are you?"
	But that was it. Cindy didn't know any games. She didn't have
a desire that was being ignored, that she knew of. If going from Daddy
to Robert with Stanton and Emily thrown in was normal, where was there
to go?
	Cindy kept returning to Robert's stray remark. Too bad Miss
Turner was wary of Daddy. What could the other woman add that Robert
wanted?
	"I DO NOT want someone else," Robert was gruff. "Don't you see
that would be trading down for me? There's no one like you, Cindy. I
wish you would stop asking."
	"But what if I won't?" Cindy said, pleased with his praise, but
on the trail of a suspicion.
	"Why can't you?" Robert asked in return. "Don't you believe me?"
	"I don't mean that," Cindy brushed it aside. "What if I'm bad and
you have to do something about it?"
	"You mean the next step?" Robert asked.
	Cindy nodded.
	"I suppose I teach you whose you are," Robert said, meeting her
eyes and beginning to get a glimmer. "I'd have to make it very clear
who was in control and that you belong to me."
	"How?" Cindy asked.
	Robert had been bent forward in concern. He leaned back and let
his eyes drift up. He was thinking, but there was something of a waking
dream in his expression.
	"I humiliate the pride out of my willful bitch," he said with a
smile after this thought.

	It seemed topsy-turvy to her, but Cindy allowed that was the
reason it wasn't clear. She was apprehensive and knew that was the
intent.
	The yacht was on its way out of the harbor. Cindy could feel the
tell-tale sway as she lay blindfolded on Denver's suspended bed. There
was no sound in the cabin, only the far-away creak of the ship underway.
	Robert had become mysterious after their talk. He cleverly, more
cleverly than Cindy had managed her interrogation, learned her
interest. She wanted more. It relieved him. His fear was that Cindy
sought to give him substitutes to have less.
	He was pleased enough to not carry on the examination to the
sappy conclusion she wanted more for him too. He put the energy into
arrangements he successfully concealed from Cindy.
	Cindy was left in the dark with the possibilities parading across
her blindfolded eyes. They could be anything. She was tied to the bed
as she never had been before, stretched to the four corners. She was
as helpless to resist as she was to guess what might happen.
	It couldn't be spanking. She was on her back. She tried to push
out other possibilites, but they persisted in peeping between guesses.
She was too vulnerable in her position. She was no fan of pain and 
any kind of punishment was bound to painful in her position.
	They were on the yacht, which was an interesting point. Cindy
associated it with freedom, which was no comfort. It begged the
question what Robert needed to feel free to do to her. It brought to
mind Le'mon and previous wonders what a prodigious prick might do to
her, particularly in her position.
	Most telling was her solitude. There was little comfort in 
imagining the other occupants lining the rail. She pondered it because
her other thoughts were worse. The activites above her too quickly
twisted into scenes of debauch, licentious sharing of flesh, while
she lay helpless and untouched in Denver's cabin.
	It was exquisite torture that became stupid and childish as time
passed and Cindy grew more angry than concerned. She was tied naked
on a bed - oh, the ignominy, Cindy thought sarcastically. Was that the
best her sophisticated husband could devise?
	Cindy was tired, bored and out of sorts when she heard the door.
Her mood turned to expectation in a flash and then quickly reverted
when the intruder silently did not interact with her.
	"I hear you!" Cindy snapped in pique. "You here to look or don't
you have the guts to touch a helpless girl?"
	Unknown to her, Robert shrugged to his compatriot and smiled at
the perfect attitude Cindy displayed. Shockingly willful, they
certainly had to do something about that.
	"I suppose beating her has done nothing to change that tongue?"
	Cindy wished the uncertainty was back. The cold terror that
filled her at the sound of the unfamiliar voice robbed her of
everything but dread. It was as if her mind was too frozen to think.
	"She cries when I spank her," Robert's voice came. "I am too
kind-hearted."
	Well, that made it better. As she had done when her mother left,
Cindy tried to replace fear with anger. There was some cruel stranger
examining her naked body, her mind had thawed enough to register. He
was there, it seemed, because Robert was too kind-hearted to beat her.
	It was hard to keep her anger as the realizations came to her.
However she felt, her anger could not protect her. She was helpless
and they would do to her what they wished. Cindy's breath came short
and shallow before she knew it.
	"Then leave it to me," the strange voice said. "You have decided
this has gone far enough or I would not be here."
	"It is indeed why I sought the master," Robert conceeded.
	Before she could think how far it strayed from anything she and
Robert had discussed or ponder the sudden violence of a man she knew as
gentle, Cindy felt a momentary freedom. It was a jerk as the ropes
fixing her ankles to the bed were pulled free. She felt the slack, but
before she could move, her ankles were being pulled up.
	It brought the memory of being staked to the ground. Her legs 
were elevated in the same manner, but this time there was no escape
for her feet. The identity of the man, for it was a man's voice, with
Robert was still a mystery, as were their intentions.
	"Please yourself," the stranger instructed.
	Mercy was a strange avenue for humiliation, but Cindy was hard
to humiliate. Still, she felt the blow to her pride as something, which
she would have identified as the space-age lube if she had not been so
troubled, was squirted into her pussy. The mercy came a moment later 
as a cock plunged into her.
	The arousal of uncertainly had become dryness in fear and she
needed the lubrication. It was neither pleasing nor helpful to dwell
on her inability to be aroused. It could hardly be expected, but it
was a slight to Cindy. Instead, she re-examined her instant impression
that it was Robert's cock.
	It only made more questions to confirm he was fucking her. It was
an impressive state of fear wasted on a puerile common fuck if that's
all it was. Cindy could not believe that. She instantly wished she
could call back the naieve assumption when faced with the mystery of
what might still await.
	She was grateful for the cock stroking into her. It gave her an
excuse to abandon her dark thoughts and try instead to yield to the
excitement of being fucked. Her attempts were hampered by the insistent
interference of questions about her fate.
	As a result she was left receptive and half-fulfilled when Roger
jerked rapidly in her and filled her up with cum. Feeling him leave was
like feeling the rope of the last life raft slip through her hands.
	"Now, bitch, you are mine!" the strange voice jumped on her
feeling of hoplessness with a cold finality.
	Again, it was the lack of sensation coupled with the wildly
swirling fears of doom that were most disturbing. The strange man
muttering put the most horrible images in Cindy's mind.
	"Stupid man and his rules," he muttered. "I will have to be most
inventive here."
	It was not skin as Cindy knew it that touched her. She had the
impression it was some animal-skin glove. It was too odd to compute
the meaning of an exploring touch that did not wish to feel.
	"I might do the same with this one," the man muttered as if to
himself as his hand slid over Cindy's helpless body, "But because I'd
sell her and the unmarked ones always fetch more."
	Cindy thought it was getting silly now. Selling women? That was
some ghost story. She didn't manage to intercept the thought that the
stranger might be from a place where it was possible. Cindy snorted at
herself for finding excuses to keep terror alive.
	"You a horse?" he asked sharply at her sound. "Perhaps we need a
bridle."
	It was the first he had spoken directly to her. Cindy was ashamed
of her cowardice. She bit back a reply - something of the nature that
he needed a cock - in her uncertainty of his cruelty. She remained
mute.
	"Good. Suffer in silence," he told her when no response was forthcoming.
	There had been little enough to suffer, for which Cindy was
grateful, but the suspense was fatiguing. That left when she heard a
sharp crack and a scream. It came from some distance, but inside the
cabin. She wondered if Robert was still there and if he approved of
whatever was happening.
	Then next snap was not as loud and the response a grunt. It was
followed immediately by a weight on the bed beside Cindy. Something,
someone, leather-clad from a passing contact, was climbing over her.
	There was another crack so near her face that she flinched and
a yelp from near her crotch. It was a woman and Cindy instantly feared
Emily had been dragged into this predicament.
	"Emily?" Cindy said softly and a cutting pain burst across her
raised ass.
	"One little scratch won't mar her," the strange voice said as if
trying to excuse his impulsiveness.
	If it was Emily, she wasn't to know. Then she knew. The mouth 
that was lowered onto her pussy, the tongue that explored was not 
Emily's. Cindy was familiar enough to know the difference. Her wonder
who it might be was startled by another jump, both hers and the
mystery woman as another crack split the air.
	"Keep to it," came as what must have been a warning, because the
mouth had been busy without pause in Cindy's pussy.
	In keeping with the whirl that never let her gather her thoughts,
Cindy felt a cock jab at her ass. The thought that Robert had said it
was the cure for her discomfort only had a chance to half form before
another push distracted Cindy. 
	She couldn't be sure in the constant chaos, but it seemed the
cock went in at once and the subsequent jabs were to drive it deeper
while making as much of the invasion as could be. That she could know
that was remarkable given what was blindly happening at her nether end.
	In whatever measure Robert had been right about the distraction,
he didn't know, or hadn't told her, how it worked both ways. Granting
that there was less trouble with the cock in her ass, Cindy could
answer that there was less feeling in the tongue in her pussy.
	"Better!" the voice demanded.
	There was enough going on between her legs that Cindy only 
weakly responded to the noise and after the one atop her had jerked.
Then there was more going on. The tongue grew more adamant. The 
mouth fastened on her pussy. The cock fucking her ass began to fade
into the background.
	"Keep it up!"
	It became a squirming response to the mouth on her pussy, broken
by the startling and irregular sound of leather on flesh. The cock in
her ass was like background noise. The snap became more frequent as
the cock threatened to reclaim her attention.
	The cock wanted to go off and Cindy found herself reacting to the
snap with arousal as her pussy learned the connection with the sound
and the increase in passion stimulating it. She never wanted the woman
hurt. She could not perceive the consequence. She only lusted for the
crack because she needed to cum.
	Cindy hung on the edge and then the cock slammed into her. She
made a wail of regret as the sensation of a cock shooting into her
bowels hi-jacked her momentum. The mouth left her pussy. The cock was
jerked from her ass.
	Cindy lay quivering in frustration.
	"Go on then," the strange voice said a moment later, in disgust. 
	Cindy came almost at once as the new cock thrust into her. There
was no need of caution and none was taken. The cock drove right to the
root in her pussy and fucked hard and deep.
	Cindy stifled her purr of: Daddy! There was no way she could
mistake the most familiar cock in the world. She had known it was him
even as she gasped and tossed in coming off with his first strokes. Now
he was fucking as if they had been at it all the while.
	Cindy didn't blame his rush. She had the suspicion that she had
survived and would be treated to an explantion when Daddy was done.
	She wasn't.
	Listening carefully as she seeped cum and hung where she'd been
left, Cindy could hear the sound of breathing. It was very soft, but
seemed a bit fast. It remained after she had heard the others leave.
That she could hear it and no other argued she and the breather were
alone.
	There was no reason to think that pain wouldn't follow her first
sound, so Cindy remained silent. It was even worse to know there was
a person of unknown motives in the room than to be alone. Cindy felt
the tension and couldn't release it.
	The door opened. Robert said something at the door. The blindfold
was removed and Cindy blinked at the sudden light. At first, Robert was
all she saw.
	"Oh kitten," Robert said as he examined her ass. "Someone marked
you."
	He seemed sympathetic and surprised. Cindy wondered if it was an
act. She wondered if the deceit was not still going on.
	"We can let you down now," he said and Cindy felt her legs
lowered to the bed.
	Cindy watched him as he went about freeing her from the bed.
There was nothing in his face but a occasional movement of his brows
as a knot proved resistant. She was learning nothing there.
	"You haven't said anything about your new friend," he said, as
if in passing as he came to the other side to free her limbs.
	When Cindy turned to follow him, she saw Miss Turner sitting on
her haunches, wrapped in a corset and long handless gloves that went
from wrists to elbows. Cindy had the impression of a dog expecting
dinner.
	"I'd say she's your pet, but that seems inappropriate while she's
still your tutor," Robert said casually. "But pass your test and I'll
give her to you."
	Cindy watched Miss Turner. There was no more reaction to Robert's
words than if she had been a dog. Something about it made Cindy's 
stomach feel funny.
	"Oh, don't get up," Robert said quickly when Cindy sat. "This is
the part you wanted. You know, the next level. Lay back down. I'll
fetch them."
	There was hardly time in the world for Cindy to think over all
she'd just seen. Robert was back in the matter of fifteeen seconds with
a man in his mid to late 20's. The guy was naked and had a hard-on.
	"Now she's a spitfire," Roger told the man. "Don't hold back.
She likes it as hard as she can get it, but you've got to warm her up."
	As he nodded, Cindy gave Robert a plantive look.
	"You're mine baby," Robert told her. "As you should have guessed
from the way I have you as I like. The next thing is to share. Now be
good to this nice man here."
	Robert stubbornly refused - or did he? Cindy thought of Miss
Turner on the floor and wondered how the change had been affected. But
Robert said he didn't want anyone else, yet he was passing her around
to others. Cindy was not seeing the sense.
	She did see Robert settle in a chair and watch as the man got
over her. 
	He was excited to watch. Cindy took that on faith to give herself
a reason to lay there and let this man fuck her.
	"What you like, baby? You like me to play with your tits?" the
man interposed himself into Cindy's thoughts.
	Cindy didn't feel like answering. She didn't feel like trying to
puzzle it out anymore. She thought she had grasped the basics. She
reached up and pulled the man's face to hers, prying open his lips
and forcing her tongue into his mouth.
	She felt his cock skittering along on her thigh. She opened her
legs and together they brought his hard-on to rest jabbing at her
pubic mound. It had been too long since Daddy fucked her. This man
was going to have to work her up again.
	"You are a hot one!" he said when Cindy released his head and
he could bounce up.
	He had managed to paw a breast while they kissed and now turned
his full attention on them. Two handed, he worked them together, apart
and in complement to each other. He was fascinated. Cindy was sure the
swing of his hips that dragged his cock over her pussy was only an
unnoticed reaction to her breasts.
	Cindy realized with some surprise that him saying: You don't need
any help down there, do you, was a statement and not a question. She 
was bemused that it was also true. She wasn't aroused in any sense, but
there was more than enough lubrication when his cock went in her.
	Leftover lube, she posited distractedly as she turned her
attention to the charge of his cock inside her. He was just getting
interesting when he wanted to fuck. Cindy tried to bridge the gap to
catch up. Whatever point Robert was making, or opportunity he was
providing, she might as well have an orgasm for it.
	"Bob says you're a goer," the man outted his connection with her
new husband.
	Rich, powerful men on an even footing with Robert called him
Robert. Only veterans of the wars, the sex wars, poker-playing buddies,
and fellow members of the bad-boy club called him Bob. It made Cindy
feel like a weekend hook-up lost on three Queens to a small straight.
	That was pretty sexy, actually. It was slutty and gave a new
twist to the idea of submissive. It was pretty nice, she thought as
the man rocked into her harder. She did what she was told because she
didn't care whose cock fucked her. 
	She did want him to have a good time. Her new definition of
submissive aside, Robert was watching and she didn't want to let him
down. It wasn't just her pride, but his at stake. She didn't want his
buddies to think him a fool for marrying her. She urged him on with
her hips.
	"Hey! Whoa! Don't you want it to last?" he gasped at her as they
slammed together, making the bed rock in a way completly unconnected 
to the motion of the yacht.
	He was trying to get an advantage. Cindy couldn't imagine what
it might be, but he certainly wasn't slamming into her any slower for
all his words. Maybe he needed a stationary target to make his deposit.
	He needed to feel safe grabbing her feet. Cindy paused to 
accommodate whatever need he had and the man picked up her feet and
tried to bend her double.
	"That good and deep?" he asked with a hint of taunt as he came
down full force on unprotected pussy.
	More important, it was slapping her clit like a borrowed mule.
Cindy was in the unfortunate position of being unable to respond except
to push on the bed with her hands and moan. It was good all right.
	Her struggles were only her reaction to the surges of pleasure
making her muscles dance. He was limiting her otherwise, a situation
Cindy accepted happily as his energetic thrusting kept the spasms of
orgasm alive.
	"Like to tear my dick off," he said to Robert, still atop and
inside Cindy. "She do that to you?"
	"She likes my dick," Robert replied. "It's more like a tender
stroking, or milking."
	"Well, she's hot enough," he said getting off Cindy. "But I don't
see marrying her."
	"You can't," Robert said instead of a real response. "I already
have."
	"You want one more or wait until tomorrow?" Robert asked after
glad-handing the other man out.
	"If you're the one," Cindy said. "Otherwise, It's going to take
until tomorrow for you to explain this to me."
	"Lucky I've got an explanation handy," Robert said.
	Through it all, Miss Turner sat unheeded on the floor. Robert's
explanation took the form of a formal apology delivered to Cindy's
pussy, up close and personal. His silver tongue was eloquent in
explaining to her pussy, which was fortunate since Cindy was writhing
and thinking nothing long before he got to his final arguments.
	Then he was on her and in her and fucking like the oral sex had
been mutual. Cindy merely noted his eagerness with pleasure. She was
happy to have him fuck her until he came in her.
	It could have been months before on their first cruise when 
Cindy grumbled at the disturbance of Robert leaving her side. It was
far too early and he was far too alert.
	"Off to make sure none of the animals escaped in the night," he
said jauntily.
	Cindy should have known better than to think the words were
anything but carefully chosen. Even if she had, there was no way she
would have been prepared for the scene on the deck.
	"There you are!" Emily said in relief as she descended on Cindy
from above. "I thought you'd never rescue us."
	The only thing above was the roof of the wheelhouse, not strictly
zoned for passengers. Stanton was making his way down as Emily clung
to Cindy.
	"Where's Daddy?" Cindy asked.
	"He's a man," Emily scoffed. "He can go wherever he wants."
	It was a menagerie all right. There were companion pets, crawling
on all fours like cats and dogs, the ponies, prancing on custom
platforms and what Cindy could only describe as the birds, on silver
chains as they wended along with the others. It was a pet store for
perverts.
	Contrary to Emily's huff, there were women on the human side of
some leashes, predominately with the ponies. In the main, it was men
and their pets. A familiar shape caught Cindy's eye and she was
horrified to see Miss Turner, balanced precariously on the very ledge
of the deck, beneath the safety of the rail, on three points with her
leg lifted, pissing off the side of the boat. To her further surprise
it was Daddy holding her leash.
	"Weird, huh?" Stanton asked, not seeming all that put off.
	"Someone tried to put a collar on me!" Emily said indignantly,
"A couple times, actually. That's why we went up there."
	"We better find Robert," Cindy said, nervously looking around
after hearing Emily's bit of information.
	"Mr. Denver?" the voice made Cindy jump before turning to see one
of the crew. "I think he's doing some business in the lounge."
	Cindy hoped it wasn't trade in human animals. She had never had
any interest in Robert's business before, but this was different. They
paused at the door and knocked.
	"It's a public area," came the call from inside.
	Cindy opened the door and walked in.
	"I like the outfit," Robert smiled as he saw Cindy. "Come in and
be introduced."
	Cindy had been brought aboard naked, tied down naked and got up
to discover the closets were bare. There was an outfit in the head.
It was modeled on the costume of Wonder Woman, but was as much a
onesie. There wasn't enough of it and Cindy was aware every moment that
standing too straight would cause the crotch to pull the sculptured
top down from her tits.
	The lounge was as bizarre as the deck. Here the 'pets' seemed
lumped in a corner, washing with their paws, trying to lick their
balls, acting like the animals they portrayed. A man and a woman were
talking to Robert. It appeared the man was talking and the woman, in
jodphurs and a twill shirt with epaulets, was his assistant.
	The woman looked like Jungle Jane. Cindy wondered where they kept
the exotic animals.
	"Professor, this is my wife. Cindy, this is the Professor,"
Robert said formally. "We're discussing the auction."
	"Is that what's for sale?" Cindy asked tossing her head in the
direction of the clump in the corner.
	"I'm sure there are others that are taking Spot for a last turn
around the deck, but this is part of the collection, yes," the Professor
rattled on.
	"Well, your preparations sound fine to me," Robert said
graciously, "You must excuse me. Cindy has come to remind me of another
pressing matter."
	With that he took Cindy's arm and guided her back on deck,
Stanton and Emily hurrying along behind.
	"What pressing matter?" Cindy asked.
	"That my wife is up and needs breakfast," Robert said. "I was
looking for any excuse."
	They took the long way around, returning to the side of the
wheelhouse. Robert excused himself and led the group down a gangway
Cindy didn't know existed at the back of the bridge.
	They tresspassed through crew's quarters to the galley.
	"Now what the fuck is going on?" Robert asked and they stared at
him dumbly.
	"That's what you're asking yourself isn't it?" he added.
	"It's the annual fair for Dominants and their submissives,"
Emily said. "Complete with swaps, trade-ins and outright purchase."
	"I want to know what all that was about last night," Cindy said.
"And Miss Turner."
	"All right, in order," Robert said. "You're close Emily and I'm
impressed. I just asked some friends to invite some friends and didn't
imagine there'd be this many."
	He turned to Cindy, "This applies to you in two ways. You wanted
the next step. Here it is. The other is one of the guests. He
graciously agreed to make your night special and you should feel
priviledged, because he seldom participates on that level any more."
	"And Miss Turner? Why is Daddy leading her on a leash?" Cindy
asked.
	"He is?" Robert seemed genuinely surprised. "I suppose... Anyway,
the thing is, this is not new to her. She was a fugitive, stray,
runaway I suppose. Not that she isn't fully qualified."
	"I, ah... let her think I had missed the other part when I did
the background check of her qualifications," Robert said. "That would
have been a big gap, don't you think?"
	Getting no encouraging smiles, Robert continued, "I simply told
the right people where she was. You see, she fell right back into it
after they found her."
	"Right back, eh?" Cindy asked.
	"Well, she may have had a lesson from the same man as handled
you, not as nice as yours," Robert admitted.
	"That's why you said I could have her as a pet when I pass my
boards," Cindy said. "You were serious."
	"I'm not sure about serious," Robert said warily. "If you want
her, of course, but you don't have to mix in this if you don't want."
	"It's hard to see the pretend," Cindy said.
	"Tell me about it!" Emily spouted off. "That one man tried to
rip my clothes off. He was going to beat me for it. Severely, he said."
	"Yes, well, I think I know who you mean. He does get carried
away. And you aren't even his," Robert said. "I'm sorry that happened.
I should have made some arrangement to keep you from the others."
	"You make it sound like we're hostages on your... our, yacht,"
Cindy said indignantly. "Any extra bullwhips laying around? I'll show
them who is to be kept from whom."
	Robert looked at her lovingly. His smile was serene, but then the
moment passed and he looked serious again.
	"I'd rather not make them all enemies," Robert said. "You have no
idea how important some of the men are who are giggling while leaving a
present on the linoleum so mistress will punish them."
	"Or babies," Emily said wisely. "Adult babies, the strange but
true fetish of some highly powerful men."
	"We'll write a book about it later," Robert said. "Right now,
don't you want food?"
	"I want to talk," Cindy said. "Last night. Miss Turner licking
my cunt. That was to show me it was easier to get fucked in the ass,
right?"
	Robert was again wary. 'Cunt' was not a usual Cindy word. She
wanted an explanation.
	"Most likely," Robert said. "It may have come up in conversation,
but I gave... your teacher full rein in what he chose - beyond leaving
a mark."
	"And that didn't work," Cindy said, beginning to wonder herself
where the anger was coming from.
	"Well, I think it was just a reaction. Without thinking. He said
it wasn't intentional," Roger said.
	Cindy looked nervously at Emily. She knew what it was. She had a
question for Robert she hesitated to voice even in front of her best
friend that knew all her secrets. That was making her cranky.
	"But watching that guy," Cindy forged on. "Was that to turn you
on, or what?"
	Robert looked at Emily as well. Then he looked to Cindy, seeming
to make the same decision.
	"I felt some sort of happiness knowing how you were impressing 
him," Robert said carefully. "I guess it was more pride than lust."
	"Did that *bother* you?" Emily sneered the emphasis. "You fuck
your father in front of him. Ever think about that"
	"He fucks you!" Cindy shot back.
	"And...?" Emily said.
	"And nothing," Cindy said, looking down, "I'm actually glad about
that. For your sake. And his sake. Both, the same. You know this!"
	"And you too, Stanton," Cindy added to not leave him out. "The
same way, maybe not so much, but you know, okay."
	"But it's not quite a one for one with Daddy, is it?" Emily asked.
	"Do you have a point?" Cindy asked sharply.
	"No, and neither do you," Emily snapped. "Oooo! He doesn't love
me! He lets his friends fuck me! And you fuck your father in front of
him."
	There was so much left out they could have fought an hour, but
Cindy understood. Emily was right. (Damn it) It wasn't about strange 
cock. Cindy had spent much of her young life pursuing strange cock.
It was about Denver and did she love him more than he loved her. And,
worst, it wasn't about being a fool for love, getting pranked. It was
because she did love him and it would hurt too much.
	"It's just to show me off?" Cindy asked Robert.
	Such a simple question with dynamite ticking under it.
	"Yes," he said, "that next step. I can't give you away unless I
own you and.."
	Cindy was kissing him to shut him up. 
	"There'll be another tonight?" Cindy asked the confused man.
	"There's supposed to be," Robert said.
	"Tell him to fuck my ass. I'll make him hate you," Cindy said.
	Emily was grinning. She alone at the table might be able to
articulate what happened. The rest, possibly excepting Stanton who
wasn't vested anyway, just knew.
	"There's an auction coming up. You might find it interesting,"
Robert said.

	All right. Fucking was never the point. That was Cindy's 
brainstorm. Fucking was fucking and liking to fuck Robert was only a
nice benefit unconnected to what they felt. Well, maybe Robert carried
a bit of gratitude for her acceptance of his tastes, but it came
down to those weeks of missing each other.
	Cindy couldn't demand novelty and then critisize having to 
endure something new. It was insane. Particularly when the demand came
from a half-baked idea Robert wanted it.
	For his part, Robert was soothed when Cindy claimed her portion
by referring to it as their yacht. Her careful avoidance of admitting
he, and now she, was rich made him uncertain. She made it sound
temporary and it was the one thing that scared Robert Denver.
	Whooee! Like we care. 
	"Miss Turner is smart. Is it just deciding it's easier to let
someone else take care of everything and just sticking your ass up 
when they want to fuck?" Cindy asked.
	"I think it takes a little more than that," Robert said, putting
his hand over Cindy's on his chest. "I think you'd have to have the
disposition. How long do you think you could pretend?"
	"I think we've answered that, about half the night," Cindy said.
	"No, there's something else about Miss Turner. Something that
makes her feel it's her place," Robert said.
	"I'm thinking of giving her to Daddy," Cindy said. "Is that all
right?"
	"She's yours, Miss High School Grad," Robert said. "And, between
us, I think she'd prefer a male's firmer hand."
	"You mean firmer cock," Cindy laughed. "But she'll have to get 
over that stuff about her ass."
	"I think she was faking to cover her past..." Robert stopped
because Cindy was laughing at him.
	As surprising as it was to be reminded that she was just girl
sometimes, her precocious understanding was just as surprising. Robert
put his hand behind her head and pushed her down.
	"Time you suck your husband's cock," he told her.
	"Why, doesn't my husband have any friends he can have fuck me?"
Cindy asked from the vicinity of his groin.

	Despite that segue to a long catalogue of sex at a poker party
among the elite, with a few powerful personages thrown in and the
regrettable loss of Emily's foray into celebrity sex tapes, we end
here.
	Don't cry. And don't look so happy, either. There's an epiloge.

	Daddy's continuing weirdness was both the reason to give him
Miss Turner, known as Poopsie in the life, and to question the gift.
Cindy remained grateful that Daddy had kept his perverse ways under
control those years he was fucking his daughter, but the growing
perverseness she saw with Poopsie frightned her.
	It was time to distance herself and let Daddy and his pet have
a happy life, at the Denver's expense somewhere it no longer threatened
to strap her ass raw.
	Cindy found it within herself, not to forgive her mother, but to
refrain from making her crawl when they met socially. It was all past
now and continuing the hate only poisoned Cindy. And knowing her
feeling of helplessness, and that Cindy could buy 16 Kevins from petty
cash, ate her mother alive didn't hurt either.
	Emily, as noted above, found herself linked - on tape and now
available wherever good porn is sold - with several members of boy
bands and an aging matinee idol, which finally got her over that
awkward phase of feeling unwanted.
	Stanton followed her around. He was as unaffected as ever and
spent little time wondering where his life might have gone if Emily
hadn't been horny for him. He was, however, eternally awed that she
was and ever eager to make good on it.
	They were, of course, frequent visitors to the Denvers where
Cindy graciously entertained Stanton on those occasions both he and
Robert were not required to fuck Emily at the same time.
	Cindy often thought Robert should have married Emily. They had
much in common, including wit with sharp discernment to back it up,
but was happy that Robert liked her more.
	Angela? remember Angela? She was sadly found dead in the middle
of a plaza, the victim of a gang-rape gone wrong. Several rapists were
found in roughly a semi-circle surrounding the poor debutant, shot in
the back as they fled her inhuman demands for more. Cindy saw to it
an eternal flame burns over her grave, never forgetting it was Angela
that was responsible for her meeting Robert.
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