But first

John looked Peyton up and down. The girls really did do a good job, but there was one more thing that had to be done.

"Peyton, there's one more suppressed fetish you have."

"There is?"

"Yes, and listen well. You were a child star, right?"

"I suppose so, yeah," Peyton said. "I got into acting really young."

"Sp you never had a real childhood. As such, another fetish you have is acting like a slutty teen jailbait. You love sucking older men's cocks and having rich old men buy you drinks, and that really helps you with your supressed regret of not truly living as a college girl would."

Peyton blushed. "You're right."

"And that's not all," John said. "You would also love pretending to be my slutty stepdaughter. I would enforce rules that you would constantly seek to break, and punish you when you broke them, but also be willing to fuck you if you behaved well. Would you like to be my stepdaughter, Peyton?"

Peyton blushed deeper, John's words having worked their way into her brain. "Yes, please, sir," she said in a whisper. "Very much so."

"What was that?" John asked.

"I said I'd love to be your slutty little stepdaughter, please!" Peyton begged.

John smiled. "Well, I don't know..."

"Please!"

John pretended to think a bit. "Okay, Peyton. But there are going to be some rules you must flllow as my stepdaughter, okay?"

Peyton nodded. "What are they?"