They have a great time

Jason pans the camera around, surprised that he has that kind of control despite this being a recording. He chalks it up to magic. "Did most of Mr. Walsh's neighborhood notice them?" he asks. Suddenly windows are filled with gawkers, and several of Walsh's neighbors are out gardening. Or, they were gardening, but are now staring slack-jawed.

Willow either doesn't notice her audience, or doesn't care, adjusting the toy in her pussy to a more comfortable position and fixing the tape holding it in. Dina, on the other hand, has a hand on her ass to block the view of her near nakedness. "C'mon Mr. Walsh..." she mutters to herself until the door opens.

Mr. Walsh stands there in a bathing suit and Hawaiian shirt and looks them over. "I'm glad you listened to instructions," he says.

"Of course, Sir," Willow says with a grin.

"Did you have an easy drive over?" he asks, blocking the doorway. He waves to an elderly neighbor pushing a lawnmower.

"Oh yes. I have to say we attracted some attention on the way. I thought Dina, here, was going to become a tomato from the color of her face," Willow says.

"Oh? And why were you so embarrassed?" Frank asks the girl, but he's unable to keep the grin off his face.

Dina looks to her mother for help but finds none. "Everyone that could see me thought I looked like a slut," she says. "Can we come in..."

Mr. Walsh crosses his arms. "I don't think that's anything to be embarrassed about. After all, isn't that what you are? You seduced your teacher, and now you and your mother are here, dressed like that, and I'm sure you're expecting to be having some kind of sex. Am I wrong about what you are?"

Dina is about to protest, but rethinks it. "No, Mr. Walsh, I guess that's what I am," she says to hurry the conversation along. His words certainly echoed what she'd been thinking since the incident in school, though.

"And is that something to be ashamed of? Your mother is a slut, are you saying she should be ashamed of herself?" He asks. Willow puts on a pout, ever his accomplice.

"No, but..."

"And you've got the body for it. You're only hurting yourself by living in denial. A good slut gets taken care of. Use that body of yours to get in with your other teachers and I don't see you ever needing to do useless things like study or learn at all. You'll be all taken care of. If you let yourself be the slut you are, I don't see any man saying 'no' to you."

Willow trembles at his speech, watching this man try to ruin the life that she and Jason were working to build for Dina. Watching her daughter tempted toward depravity. She adjusts her stance, helping the toy find a good spot inside her.

Seeing her hesitation, Frank knows he has her. "Well, think about it. Now come on, you're making a spectacle," he says, letting them into the house.

The two follow him in, getting a good look around the place. Willow thinks that she'll probably be finding herself here a great deal, whenever Mr. Walsh's wife is gone.

"It's so nice of you to let us use your pool, Master," Willow says.

"Of course," Frank says. "Anything to enjoy you in those outfits. Besides, my wife is out and I could use someone to wait on me."

Willow grinned, "Of course. Is there anything I can get for you, Master?"

"No, but you can get Dina something sweet. Maybe one of Caitlyn's Whiteclaws," he says.

When Willow hurries toward where she thinks the kitchen should be, Dina says, "I've never drank before. Mom and Dad don't let me."

Frank chuckles, "Then I get to be here for your first time, what a treat. I don't think you have to care much about what your mom does and doesn't allow from now on, though." He takes a seat on the plush sofa, patting the seat next to him for Dina to join him.

"Why?" She takes the seat, **** to sit very close to him by the sofa's arm.

"Look at her, Dina. She's my toy. She does whatever I want, and it's all because she's such a useless horny ****. I mean, you're a slut but at least you have a mind of your own. Your mother, though..?" he nods, indicating Willow coming back with the drink, still frothing from being freshly opened on a platter that she'd found somewhere. "She'd give up anything I asked her to. Anything to feel my cock inside her again. Seriously, can you even respect that?"

Dina looks at her mother in a new light, and then takes the drink, realizing that the other two are waiting for her to. She waits for a reaction to Mr. Walsh's words, sure that her mother had at least heard the tail end of their conversation. When none comes, she says, "no, I guess not."

Frank beams, "Good! Then we're on the same page. It's between you two if you want to keep up appearances for other people, but here, you're safe to be yourselves. Don't worry about anything she has to say in here, Dina, I'm the only authority that really matters. Now drink up. We're gonna have some fun."