BIO of Edward Lazarus Jared<br/><br/>Height:  6'2"<br/>Weight:  190 lbs<br/>Hair:    Dark Brown, cut short<br/>Eyes:    Brown<br/>Complex: Tanned<br/>Age:     38<br/><br/><br/><br/>Story<br/><br/>His life has been something of a forgery, a fake, a fraud.  He claimed, when he married his now ex-wife Elizabeth that he was "into software", and made most of his money on-line, and had to take frequent business trips in support of his growing business.  In reality, he dabbled in the blackmarket, buying and selling all manner of illicit goods, across the globe.  Over the years, his wife gradually became suspicious about his business dealings, and when his youngest daughter, Kylie, was 14 years old, his wife left him for another man, leaving him to support his three daughters alone.<br/><br/>At first, it had been pretty easy, they were fairly close in age, ranging from 17-nearly-18, (Samantha), 16, (Mellisa), and 14, (Kylie).  He was making a comfortable living, his daughters were old enough to look after themselves, even when he was away on business trips, though he did frequently take Kylie along with him.  She was a daddy's girl, and hated to be left at home with her older sisters.  It was during one such trip, when he discovered there was a thriving, and very lucrative black market trade for infants. There were of course, stipulations, and conditions, such as the infant couldn't be 'missing', or kidnapped, and had to be no more than a few days old.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he'd impregnated both Samantha, and Mellisa, promising them both whatever it took to win their compliance.  A new car for Sam, and Mellisa demanded a pool be built in the backyard.  He'd agreed immediately.   He pulled all three girls out of school, and arranged for private, and discreet tutors, then set to work getting the two older girls pregnant.  They'd both taken almost immediately, enjoyed as comfortable a pregnancy that Edward could provide his daughters, and when they each gave birth, (two and a half weeks apart), at a private, and exclusive clinic in Mexico, they never saw the babies.  Edward received in total, 385,000 dollars for the two infants.<br/><br/>He kept up his side of the bargain, and Sam was driving a new car within a week of their return to their southern California home.  Mellisa had to wait a bit longer for her present, as it took nearly a month before the pool was completed.  As soon as his daughters were recovered, Edward again began making late night visits to their rooms, fucking each girl repeatedly, until they were both pregnant again. Kylie was beginning to get jealous of the attentions her sisters got, and she didn't, and after her 16th birthday, she began slipping into his room at night, after everyone else had gone to sleep, dressed in the little nightie and matching panties she'd picked out as one of her presents. Her first real grown up sleep wear, that he cringed at when she showed him.  Still, no one would see her in it, outside of her sisters, and possibly Edward, so he'd allowed the purchase.<br/><br/>He was seeing it a lot.  She'd creep in, and slip beneath the covers of his bed, and curl herself in his arms, claiming a nightmare, or a noise had scared her.  It wasn't long before he'd wake, and find her with him, and his hand under the top of her nightie, cupping her firm taut little breast, and worse, finding himself fully erect, with his cock pressing against her pink pantied ass.  She never shied away from this contact, and if anything, encouraged it, shifting her body to press her deliciously firm ass against him, placing her hand over his, refusing to let him pull his hand from her breast.  She was being denied contact with her daddy that her two sisters had, and she was going to have none of that.<br/><br/>Edward purchased a box of condoms, and stashed him his nightstand.  He used the first that night, delighting his daughter with the attentions she wanted from him at last. He insisted on using condoms, he didn't want to impregnate his little girl.  Their late night games grew, changed, soon he was spanking her, tying her down, even whipping her naked ass with his belt.  But always cuddling her afterward, stroking her gently, telling her how much Daddy loved her, his little girl, his kitten.  He'd even started forcing her kneel, nude, in the bath tub, hands tied securely behind her, eyes clenched shut, and mouth open, as he stood in front of her, his cock in his hand, directing his stream of body warm urine over her body, splashing against her breasts, tiny erect nipples, and into her mouth, forcing her to choke on, and gulp his warm piss.<br/><br/>He'd taken Kylie with him on a trip to Turkey's Aegean coast, leaving the two older girls, both with swelling bellies, to fend for themselves, expecting to be gone no more than a week and a half.  That's when his profitable little world crumbled around him.  Sam and Mellisa fled, went to their mother, and told her everything.  Had the woman kept her cool, Eward would have never known about his daughter's betrayal until he'd returned to the U.S., (where he would have been arrested immediately).  But his ex-wife excelled at lashing out, and she'd called him on his cell phone almost immediately.  He'd taken Kylie, and smuggled them both into Greece that same day, bribing a fishing boat to carry them across the shallow blue Aegean, to the Greek island of Mykonos.<br/><br/>They had plenty of money, enough to last quite a while, though certainly not forever, not with the largest portion of his personal wealth still in the U.S., and far out of reach.  But for now, they could live in comfort, and they did.  He got the two of them a suite at one of the many resorts that dotted the island, paid for in advance for two months.  He tried not to worry Kylie about these developments, but he could still see in the way she looked at him, and tried to comfort him, that she knew something was very wrong.  He'd made contact with his black market business associates, and informed them of developments.  They didn't really care as long as he could promise them more infants.<br/><br/>Now, he was sitting in their suite, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and watching Kylie through the open door to the bathroom, showering.  Twisting her youthful body this way, and that, as she rinsed the last of the soap away.  She turned the water off, stepped from the shower, smiled at him, then began toweling herself off.<br/><br/><strong>"Kitten, when you're done, come here.  Daddy needs to talk to you."</strong><br/>