The plan was discussed during the ride back to their house. I called a friend of mine who was a lawyer and also one of my best customers. He agreed to do what I needed as soon as I gave the word.

I dropped them off and went to the mall to wait. It didn't take long. I had only been there an hour when they called. I drove directly back and walked hurriedly to the door with my camera. Megan opened the door for me and led me down the hall to her daddy's room. Lyssa was laying next to daddy, both of them nude. She had cum on her body and he had a soft cock. Megan undressed and lay on the opposite side. She took some of the cum and spread it over her body as well. Both girls tousled their hair and worked up some tears.

I snapped the pics and prepared my "tough guy" act for when they woke him up. I went back to the living room and the awakening began. Within a few minutes, the girls were screaming at him, putting on a very believable act of betrayal by dear ol' daddy.

He stumbled into the living room a few minutes later. He had pulled on a robe, but nothing else.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he yelled at me.

"Megan called me and told me what happened, and that they needed some help. I was still close, so I came back." I stood up. At 6'2" and 260 (most of it muscle as I try to keep in shape), I could be intimidating when I wanted to be.

"They also said it's not the first time you tried to do something with them."

"They lie!" he shouted. "Nothing happened anyway. I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of my house!" he screamed as he took a swing that I easily deflected. He stumbled and fell into a chair.

"Here's the deal," I started to tell him. Both girls were watching wide-eyed from the hall. They had pulled on their shirts but nothing else. It was actually a very erotic sight, but back to business. "I have the proof that something was going on. You can look at the girls and see they both had cum on them. Their hair is messed up and they are half-dressed."

I held up the camera. "And I have the pictures to prove it. Don't get crazy and think you can take them either. I have already saved the photos and sent them to my computer using my phone. I have an attorney waiting to check them out if something happens to me."

He looked at me with hate and fear. He had sobered up enough that the realization was hitting him. His girls had finally had enough and got revenge. First his wife had left him, he lost his job when he became disabled, and now this. He wasn't able to bury himself deep enough in the bottle to hide from the world. His girls were growing up and now he had to face facts.

"What do you want?" he asked with resignation.

"You will give up custody of the girls. They come with me. I can provide for them in ways you will never understand. Get some help and dry out, we'll talk about them coming back. You're a pig and you want pity. It ain't happening. They've had enough. They don't like being treated like they are, being made fun of at school, and never having anything. "I will have the attorney send the paperwork over first thing tomorrow. He will have a notary with him. They come with me now, but they'll stay in touch. When you recover, call Megan on her cell. Don't bother calling before.

"Any interference on your part, or failure to abide by these terms, and the photos go to the cops. You go away and dry out under the penal system's "I don't give a shit" plan. Do we understand each other?"

He looked for a minute like he was about to cry. He wouldn't even look at his daughters, just hung his head and nodded. "Tell him to come by. I'll expect him around 10. Take care of them, OK?" The last was a plea of a beaten man. Again, I almost felt bad about using the girls like I had. Almost wasn't enough.

I turned to the girls to tell them to get something on, but they were already dressed. They had done that while I was talking to their daddy. Bags in hand, they didn't say a word to him. Pitiful.

We drove away and went back to the hotel we had left earlier. There was a lot to talk about between the three of us. They took showers to wash off daddy's spunk, then we ordered pizza for delivery to the room. That's when the talk started. They were still nude.

"What now, Mr. Rob? Or can we call you "daddy" for real now?" Lyssa was the first to ask.

I looked at her, then at Megan before speaking. "We'll spend the night, then go shopping tomorrow. We can continue the modeling and you can do as much of the special requests that you want. Or," I hesitated.

"We can stop everything, and live a normal life as a family. My place is big enough and we don't need the money from your modeling. If you continue, we can put it in a savings account for college or something.

"My home is a few hundred miles from here, so we'll hook up the SUV to the RV tomorrow and take off after we buy a few things. We can buy whatever else you need as we go along. If you want to model, but not do the groups or other special requests, that's fine, too. We can do that from my place. But, if you don't want to keep it up, I will probably find someone else to do it. It's a good way to make money."

The girls talked between themselves for a few minutes, then turned to me. It was Megan who spoke.

"We want to do the daddy/daughter stuff, as long as you do the daddy part. We are curious though, about what other guys' things look like, ya know?" They giggled. The knock on the door signaled the arrival of the pizza. My mind went into overdrive.

"Would you like to see another one now?" I asked as I looked through the peep hole. It was a kid, probably in his late teens or early 20's at the oldest. I told him we would be right with him, that I had to get my wallet.

"What do you mean?" Lyssa asked.

"I mean, open the door and offer this guy a blow job or whatever you want. I guarantee he'll take you up on it. I'll video it if you do and we'll submit it to our customers."

Lyssa was up to the challenge. I walked away and she opened the door to a very surprised and very shocked kid.

"Hey, Daddy is getting his wallet. Come on in." She stepped back and held the door open for him. He stepped through, obviously in a daze and she closed the door behind him before continuing.

"You see, my sister over there bet me I wouldn't answer the door without getting dressed first. I won the bet. Now, the bet had two parts, wanna know the other part?" she asked coyly.

He stood there, staring at the two girls, his mouth open and just nodded.

"The other part was that I wouldn't offer to give you a blow job. Want one?" she cocked her head to one side and played with her braided hair. I was about to laugh at his discomfort, but waited long enough to see what he would do. She didn't give him time to think about it, but instead started unfastening his delivery driver's uniform pants. I was getting it all on camera.

Megan had taken the pizza bag from him and placed it on the table. Lyssa had his cock out now and was slowly stroking it. She had dropped to her knees and leaned over to kiss the tip. She looked up at him with those big, soft eyes as she took the end of it in her mouth. I thought he would pass out.

Of course, it didn't help that Megan was standing next to him. Equally nude, she took one of his hands and placed it over a perfect little "A" cup. His knees almost buckled. I'll have to admit, he was pretty well endowed for a kid. It was at least 7" and pretty thick. This was most likely the first blow job he had ever received. It would bring big money when it was edited and released.

Lyssa was taking in almost the entire length of the boy's cock. Megan had moved his hand down to her bald mound. That did it.

"UNNNHHHHHHHHHHH" he moaned as he came in Lyssa's mouth. Some of the cum escaped her mouth and Megan noticed it. She dropped to her sister's side and opened her own mouth wide, extending her tongue. Between the two of them, they managed to suck the poor boy dry. When she was satisfied he was finished, she turned to Lyssa.

"OK, sis. You win. Now, you can let Daddy fuck you first tonight. Just leave some for me, OK?" she licked her lips, getting the last few drops of cum as she stood up.

"No problem, big sister. Maybe he'll just fuck me while I eat the pizza. I'm so horny now. You know how I get when I give a blow job." She put the boy's cock back in his pants and I shut off the camera.

"Sorry it took so long," I told him as I walked back in the room. I handed him a couple of $20's and almost had to push him to the door. I turned back to the girls and we all started laughing.

"Well, that's one. How many more do you want?" I asked them.

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More to come in Part 7. Stay tuned and see what happens when we start our journey home.