**Victoria’s Point Of View**
I waited for the butler to return with the fruit juice, she also added some crackers and cheese. I was informed that my breakfast would be ready in fourteen minutes. I lifted a leg, crossed it, and finally looked at my stepson. Has a nice ring to it.
Like step son did you see me f*****g your dad? Did you hear us in the bathroom last night where he made me his w***e? Having me suck the c*m off his c**k after I’d c*m all over it?
I giggled, of course, I wouldn’t ask that out loud.
“What do you need?” I say, picking my glass up. I turned the straw in a circle, taking a sip in the most unbothered way possible.
“You do realize it was f****d up to make me sit in the same row while my father fingered you, right?”
“No, I don’t see how it is. I forgot you were t
