In the car, sit between Rick and Rebecca, encouraging physical contact between all three of you

As Marcus opens the rear door of the Range Rover, Rick gestures for you to enter first.

"After you, princess," he rumbles, his large hand warm against the small of your back.

Instead of sliding all the way to the far side as expected, you settle into the middle seat, patting the spaces on either side of you invitingly.

"I want to sit between my two favorite people," you announce with a giggly lilt, your enhanced breasts bouncing slightly as you wiggle to get comfortable. "Like a yummy Ashley sandwich!"

Rick chuckles indulgently as he takes his place beside you, his thick thigh pressing warmly against yours. The leather seat creaks under his weight, and the masculine scent of his cologne engulfs you.

"Happy to oblige, princess," he says, sliding his arm around your shoulders.

Rebecca hesitates for just a moment, her eyes flashing with something hungry and dangerous before she slides in beside you, closing the door with a solid thunk. The three of you are now pressed together in the spacious yet suddenly intimate backseat.

"This is cozy," Rebecca remarks, her voice huskier than usual. She shifts closer, her hip and thigh aligning perfectly with yours. "Don't you think, Ashley?"

"Mmhmm," you agree, feeling deliciously trapped between their bodies as Marcus pulls the car away from the curb.

Rick's hand begins idly stroking your shoulder, his thick fingers occasionally brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. You respond by leaning into his touch, your head tilting to rest against his broad chest.

"You smell so good, Daddy," you purr, your hand finding its way to his thigh. Your small, delicate fingers begin tracing teasing patterns upward.

Rick groans softly, his attention entirely captured by your forward behavior. "Christ, princess, you're going to get me worked up before we even get home."

While his gaze is fixed on your face, Rebecca makes her move. Her hand, cool and soft compared to Rick's, lands on your bare knee. You feel her manicured nails scrape lightly against your skin as her touch begins a slow, deliberate climb up your thigh, pushing beneath the hem of your red dress.

"The view really is spectacular from the car," Rebecca comments innocently, though her fingers are anything but innocent as they reach the lace edge of your panties. "Don't you think, Daddy?"

Rick nods distractedly, his attention completely captured by your hand as it moves higher on his thigh, approaching the growing bulge in his trousers. "Absolutely stunning," he agrees, clearly thinking you're the view in question.

You bite your lip as Rebecca's fingers slip beneath the elastic of your underwear, expertly finding your already-slick folds. The touch is electric, causing your breath to hitch. You mask the reaction by pressing your enhanced breasts against Rick's arm and simultaneously growing bolder with your own touch, your small hand now deliberately tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his trousers.

"Oh my god," you whisper, loud enough for both to hear but directed at Rick. "It's so big already."

Rebecca's eyes dart downward, her pupils dilated with arousal as she watches your hand work Rick's length through the fabric. Her fingers push deeper into your wetness in response, causing your hips to twitch involuntarily.

"Is it as big as you told me?" she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to see it so badly."

Rick remains oblivious to his daughter's words, lost in the sensation of your touch and the hypnotic jiggle of your enhanced breasts as the car navigates through London's evening traffic. His large hand moves to cup one of your breasts through your dress, making you gasp as pleasure radiates from your hypersensitive nipple.

"Can't wait to get you home," Rick growls, completely unaware that his daughter's fingers are now pumping slowly in and out of your pussy, her thumb circling your clit with practiced precision.

"Me neither," Rebecca purrs, her meaning entirely different from her father's as she curls her fingers inside you, finding a spot that makes your toes curl in your heels.

The Range Rover continues its journey through the city lights, carrying its three passengers toward a night that promises to cross boundaries none of them had considered before dinner.

20:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Rick's Range Rover, en route to Rick's penthouse, London