I found myself in a sticky situation I wasn't too keen to pull myself out of because fucking her cunt and asspipe was next.

"Show me your asspipe, Jenny. Show me where your shit comes from."

Direct talk earned direct results.

"Show me inside your asspipe, Jenny. Show me the shit inside it."

There was.

I'd been after Jenny for two years. I'd sniffed her panties, photographed her undressing and posted her an anonymous obscene letter. It read: "Your cunt's being wasted if all you're doing is pissing. And your asspipe is being wasted if you're not using it to earn money."

The letter upset her. Her own father didn't give two damns about nothing, so Jenny brought the letter to me.

I picture her shit-encrusted asshole as she watched me read it. I stuck on a concerned expression and shook my head. "I'll make sure you get no more of these, Jenny. You're much too young to know about these things."

I returned the letter. As I expected, Jenny showed the letter to Lucy, my daughter. I spied on the girls through the two-way mirror in Lucy's bedroom as Jenny read it out loud.

"Can you really make money using your asspipe?" Jenny asked.

"Maybe." Lucy shrugged.

Jenny spent the next half hour showing Lucy her asshole. She wasn't sure about how a girl made money with it. Her panties came off quickly and she threw her legs up until her ankle joints were pressed against both ears. Lucy knelt on the bed between Jenny's legs and studied her asshole and -pipe. She had to look inside to see the shitty -pipe.

"I think I know how you make money with your asspipe," Lucy said.

I photographed Jenny spreading her -pipe for Lucy so that Lucy could look up inside it. She got close enough to it to give it a quick lick. She even licked inside it.

"That feels good," Jenny said after Lucy had given her -pipe a serious licking......(cont)