"Are you going to whip her?" Franz demanded.

"You bastard!" April screamed, twisting her head, trying to get away.

"Ooohhh, come on, Daddy!" Janine moaned as she lay in Chris' lap. "Come on, I've got to get same cock, I need it real bad."

She slid off Chris' knees and fell between his thighs, groping far his zipper, her hands running over the massive bulge in the front of his pants. Her little dress still rode up over her ass, showing her lovely legs and the curves of her thighs.

"Shit!" Franz roared. "I've got a bitch of a wife and a whore of a daughter – what the fuck do I do!"

"Oh hell, we can take care of your daughter," Leslie said lazily. He got up and took another thin rod from the closet. "Dinner's real late tonight, huh?"

"Sorry about that," Franz muttered as he held onto April's blonde hair.

"Oh, don't worry," Leslie said, "the later dinner is, the better time we have, that's what I've found anyway."

He strode up to Janine as she was grabbing for Chris' cock, puffing it out of his pants, her mouth drooling at the sight of it.

"You wanna watch this?" he said to Chris. "Does Janine give the best head in America?" Chris asked.

"Okay, whore," Leslie instructed, "upon the chair back."

In a shameless display of lust, Janine scrambled up onto the back of the large armchair that Chris was sitting in. She spread her thighs on either side of his head and then slid down his body, her legs spread out behind him, her knees on the chair back. Her hands went to his cock, then her soft lips engulfed Chris' massive swollen cockhead. She gasped and licked over the hard flesh.

"Now what exactly was it you did?" Leslie asked, taking the cane and running it over Janine's heaving ass.

"Ohhhh, I let this horrible man fondle my tits and open my dress." Janine's mouth hovered over Chris' cockhead, her tongue flicking out over the rubbery flesh.