Warns Millicent. Finds Tara

Millicent squeaked in surprise as Frank slapped her ass hard, looking at him with excited shock.

"I said behave," he growled, looking at her with hooded eyes. "Don't test me, bitch."

Her mouth opened as if to protest, but something she saw in his face changed her mind and instead she clung to his arm, looking submissively up at him.

"I'm sorry...I'll behave..." she whispered wriggling slightly. "God...you excite me..."

Frank squeezed her young body and checked a few more rooms, thinking that if he didn't find Tara soon he'd throw Millicent on a bed and bang her again. There was a dull ache in his cock from all the fucking he'd done, but he had little doubt he'd soon be ready again, and something about Millicent stirred his libido.

In the next room he opened they found Tara sprawled on a couch, looking well fucked but as sullen as ever.

Frank grinned as he pulled Millicent in with him and shut the door, his eyes running over Tara as she gazed back at him, her eyes growing wanton.

"This piece needs a bikini," he said, nodding to Millicent. "Lend her one of yours."

"What does she need it for? She could just go naked...everyone else is...have you come to fuck me again?"

"Get her a bikini," Frank growled, taking pleasure in seeing Tara quiver at his tone.

"M..my rooms upstairs...help yourself..." Tara murmured, giving Millicent directions while never taking her eyes off Frank. "Y..you saw me...with...with my...my Dad...didn't you?"

"Taking it up the ass and begging Daddy for more?" he laughed, patting Millicent on the rump and sending her away. "Yeah I saw...how'd that make you feel?"

"So good...while we were doing it...but...kinda dirty after..."

"Slut," he sneered, looking at her scornfully. "All that snotty superior attitude but you're just trash. Incestuous trash."

"A bad puppy," she whimpered, laying back on the couch and raising her hips, offering her pussy to him. "A very bad puppy."