Not today. At least not for one of your students.

I am still not used to all of this "I can **** anyone without consequences" stuff and decide against implementing some nasty ideas of what I could do with Amelia or Faith. Instead, I go straight to the shower to finally wash my groin area from Jenna's juices.

Once there I spend half an hour not only washing but also jacking-off to a mix of memories of my fun with Jenna and fantasies with my two other favorites. After my first time, the thought of taking a girl by **** doesn't seem so... wrong. It is not like I am a sadist that will **** them to **** or something similar. All I want is a little bit of fun. Why can't I use the bodies I helped to shape? I invested a lot of time in their training and deserve some additional reward because this job doesn't pay enough money.

Going home, I continue to think about how I actually deserve owning any girl in my team. "It is only fair," I repeat to myself again and again. My 42-year-old wife is not in great shape anymore, why should I suffer from the lack of good sex? I am a healthy man and I have my own needs.

I approach home and open the door. "Hi, dad!" I am greeted by Heather, my chocolate step-daughter. Yes, my wife enjoyed some big black dick before she married me. I raised Heather since she was five and it always was a rough ride. I never felt respected by her. In a way, she is similar to Jenna, minus tattoos and piercing.

"Hi, Heather," I say absent-mindedly and the sudden realization hit me. Heather celebrated her 18th birthday five days ago and it adds it to the list of women I am allowed to ****! I have never had any serious incestuous thoughts toward my step-daughter but she is quite pretty despite not having the athletism of my sexy girls.

"Dad. I need a thousand" My daughter says.

"Thousand of what?" I ask knowing very well what she wants.

"Dollars, dad!" she says in a whiny voice

"For what!?" I snap at her

"It is personal!" She replies without an ounce of respect in her voice

"Do you even understand how much one needs to work to earn this much money!?" I feel how my anger grows at her attitude and keep raising my voice

"Mom! He doesn't give me any money!" she yells to the kitchen "Tell him!"

"I give you more than enough!!! You are a fucking adult and should earn your own fucking money!" My wife Rachel appears and takes a few steps in our direction

"Give her money. What do you expect her to do? Go and spread her legs for some cash?" As always, she is on her side. "And don't swear at my daughter!"