Becky was not my wife’s biological child. My wife (during her previous marriage) had adopted her at the age of 13. Her mum had ‘lost’ Becky to the Social Services and Becky had then had a string of Foster Parents, before my wife and her then husband took on the challenge. My wife and her husband only lasted another year. Looking back I should imagine her ex husband couldn’t stand the challenges involved with raising a young lady from such a difficult background, and I know why. I married Becky’s step Mum when Becky was 15. It was a very rocky road from the off set. I have lost count of the battles my wife and I have had over the years, all evolving from Becky in one way or another. It is hard enough when the children are your own flesh and blood, but this situation is just something else. Becky is now 18, and has turned out extremely attractive, in every respect. She has a lovely fresh pretty face, very big boobs and a tiny waste. She always went out with too much flesh on show for my liking, and I always commented to her mum that I thought she looked like a tramp when she went out dressed like that. As I said, she was now 18 and in all honesty she had been going out dressed like that ever since I had ‘known’ her. I had always tried to stop it, but to no avail - her mum saying that her daughter looked wonderful when she was going out dressed like a tart – at 15! Becky had always had lots of friends and boyfriends. She spent a lot of time hanging around the local kebab shop, and this I didn’t like, one bit. Her step mum always dismissed my complaints saying I should get with the times. The other morning Becky left for college, and quite typically left in a real rush. As usual in this instance, as soon as she had left the house, I had thoughts of looking to see if her lap top was still on in her bedroom. She was spending more and more time up in her room ‘messing on Facebook with her friends’ as her mother had always sold it to me. I was not stupid and thought there was much more to this. I just knew something was going on, but needed access to her lap top or phone to prove it. I had on numerous occasions tried to broach the subject with Becky but she would completely blank me if I asked her anything at all, let alone anything personal, I just knew I would have to do the investigative stuff myself, and I intended to. I decided I would see if she had left her lap top on. I entered her room and it smelt strongly of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Her mum allowed her to smoke in her room, saying that she was an adult now and her bedroom was her space. She said this now Becky was 18, but I have known that she smoked ever since I have known her, from 15 onwards. I approached her dressing table where the last top was, my heart raced as I saw that she had indeed left it logged on. I went back downstairs for a coffee and to try to make sure that what I was about to do - look at her personal files etc – wasn't really correct, but I just needed to piut my mind at rest. I knew her mother would not approve so there was no point in asking. I had to do this alone. At the end of the day it would clear my head and I’d know that I was either 1. Totally paranoid or 2. Correct. Whilst at the dining room table pondering my next action I heard my wife’s text message tone coming from the kitchen. This was odd as she was at work. The silly woman must have forgotten her phone, which wasn’t rare. I went into the kitchen to make another coffee and glimpsed at my wife’s phone to see the message she had just received. “Mum, I’ve left my lap top on! Please turn it off. Bex xxx” My head was now going over time. Why would it be important for it to be off? As I pondered even more I switched the kettle on. As I did so another message rang in to my wives phone. It simply said “Mum??” And again was from Becky. After three or four minutes the phone rang. It was Becky ringing her mum. I answered the phone in her absence. I began the conversation with “Becky your mum has left her phone at home, what is the problem, are you ok?” I knew she would not ring her mum who was at work unless it was very important. There was a long pause and she was very unconvincing in her reply. “Er, no, it’s ok Paul, it’s just that er, a few girls are going out tonight for cocktails and I was asking mum if she wanted to come, it’s ok”. I knew that was absolute rubbish. She would never ring for that, opting to just come home and say ‘mum do you want to come out tonight?’ I made nothing of the conversation, and we hung up in the normal cold way we always did. I knew though that I had to get into her lap top and have a look around. I made my coffee and then ascended the carpeted stairway to her bedroom. I sat at her dressing table and my heart was bouncing out of my chest as I woke the lap top up. Part 2 Her desk top was quite typical.... loads of folders and files all over the place. I looked straight away into her photos folder and there was nothing untoward at all. Same thing with the videos folder.... just some footage of her playing with the dog in the back garden and other similar family oriented stuff. Perhaps I had got it all wrong, and what she was doing nightly was purely innocent? I still wasn’t convinced. What was making me think ‘ something is missing’ is the fact there were no pictures or videos at all of her and her friends out and about. Becky was always on the phone and always taking selfies etc with her friends. Her Facebook page was littered with them – so where were they? I knew she would have these on her lap top somewhere. I clicked on almost every file and every folder on the bloody machine and there was nothing. I then looked through her document history and she I clicked on one of the links it said ‘the destination drive was no longer available’....... She had an external drive somewhere! I knew it! Again my heart was now racing as I opened her top drawer and although the front part was all make up and stuff, putting my hand in and feeling to the back of the drawer I felt quite a heavy, oblong object, and it was still warm. I had found my prize. I pulled the hard drive out of the drawer and connected it to the lap top. My heart was once again going overtime as the lap top searched for the drivers to start the hard drive. It registered as a 2TB capacity and was over half full. Knowing files and stuff like I do, I knew there was lots of video footage on there. I opened up the device and on this drive she had everything completely in order and itemised in such an organised way. My stomach felt sick as I saw the titles of the folders.... they were simply names of web cam service provider web sites. These are almost household names for any adult. Clicking on each of the folders was quite sickening, but also rewarding for me, knowing I was not going mad. In each folder there was simply other folders with dates on them. In each of the date folders were videos and stills obviously from web cam sessions she had performed on each date. My step daughter was an adult web cam model. She had only been 18 for 3 months and already she had done all this. At this stage I didn’t look at any of the video files. I decided to look deeper into this hard drive. I found a folder named Ohran. Ohran is a name I had heard a lot. One click on the folder and I was really quickly reminded of who Orhan is. He is a lad who works at the local kebab shop. A Turkish lad of about 19 years of age. I was pleased to see the first few thumbnails of the files were pretty innocent. I wasn’t pleased for very long at all. Scrolling down through the 100s of pictures and video clips I could see photos of them both indulging in full sex. I was horrified. Right at the bottom of the almost endless list of videos and pictures was another folder named Farzins. Farzins was the name of the kebab shop. On opening this folder my stomach once again did somersaults. The first picture showed Becky on her knees and she had two men either side of her - their hard cocks either side of her face. This was the first picture I clicked on to open full size. To my horror I could clearly see that although the picture was only waist down - the men were much older than Ohran. Much, much older. I closed the picture down and scrolled on through the contents of the Ohran folder. It repulsed me to see that the two men were the cousins that owned the kebab shop. One is in his 50s and one must be close to 70. The pictures showed absolutely everything. What is incredible is the pictures clearly showing Becky french kissing the very old one sickened me the most. How could she be so intimate with a man so senior to her? At the bottom of the contents list was the video file. I clicked on it and it opened up as an mp4 file that was over 90 minutes long. The video started with Becky on a bed in a horrible looking bedroom. I presumed that this was upstairs in the kebab shop. She was already down to panties, bra and was wearing stripper type high heels. She looked like a porn star. Her make up was typically heavy - another thing I had always brought up with her mother. Ohran could be heard - he was filming it -probably on his phone. Not that that matters. Becky stripped for him and then started fingering herself. She quickly takes his hard brown cock into her tiny mouth. All the way through he kept asking if she was turned on and she kept saying she loved it. I quickly scrolled through the film. Basically they had sex in every position, including anal sex. At what I thought was going to be the end of the film the camera is now on a tripod and he is positioned above her face wanking his cock when all of a sudden it’s as if they have been disturbed and they stop. I clicked to watch the film real time again. It’s obvious someone has come into the bedroom. Becky immediately grabbed the duvet to cover herself up. You can then hear a man talking to Orhan in Turkish. Becky has the duvet tightly covering herself up and is watching and listening to the men chatting in Turkish. It is as if there is now three Turkish men in the room with Becky still on the bed, the camera still focused on her. I have to say though, she didn’t look scared all, but didn’t want the other men to see her naked body. She leans over and lights a cigarette as the conversation in Turkish goes on a while between the three men. Ohran then asks Becky in plain English if the cousins can both fuck her whilst Orhan films it. Becky, without hesitation replies “what is the rate?” Orhan replies that it’s just a favour, and the cousins have always been kind to her and now it was time for Becky to repay the favour. What worried me at this point was the fact she had asked about ‘the rate’. ‘Please don’t tell me she is a prostitute’ I thought to myself. Becky then extinguishes the cigarette and lets the duvet drop. This exposes her simply huge boobs, and I would be lying if I didn’t say that she looked awesome. I just wish it wasn’t the girl I had tried to bring up over the past three years. She is then joined on the bed by the two old men. Ohran is filming it. Seeing Becky getting molested by these two perverts was quite hard to stomach, but she clearly was enjoying it. She embraced them one at a time and french kissed them passionately with open mouths. She then performed oral sex on them both. The older man had his eyes closed as her tiny mouth enveloped his bell end and her mouth glided up and down his hard brown shaft. Her mouth went right down to the girth and Ohran closed in with the camera and you could see her struggle as her mouth was down into all his long grey curly pubes, her throat full of his old, almost grey coloured cock. Ohran spoke in Turkish and both men got on their knees and lay forward with their arses in the air. They both opened themselves open and they were both laughing as Becky’s hand rubbed over them both. I watched Becky’s smiling face as she rubbed their buttocks. She wasn’t perturbed in the slightest by the task that obviously lay ahead for her. She got behind the younger one of the two and started to give his open arse some really long, wet licks. He was moaning with pleasure as he felt her tongue inside him. I then started to scroll through the film once again. I saw Becky lick the old mans arse before they took it in turns to fuck her. Then she took them one at a time in her arse. Finally Orhan was allowed a go also. All three of them had fucked her cunt mouth and arse and all. bareback. Finally, they were in position around her head all wanking in her face. I let the film run at real speed. Orhan was the first to cum. He shot a big load across her mouth. The old guy was next. His cum oozed out into her extended welcoming tongue. Finally the other brother shot his jizz straight down her throat. Becky looked at the camera with her face covered in spunk and said ‘ thank you so much!’ And then the film stops. At this point I walked away from the lap top. I was walking in circles in her bedroom – my head was buzzing. I really didn’t know what to do. I went downstairs and even though it was early morning I poured myself a Jack Daniels! I don’t drink often, but my God I needed one now! I just had to go back upstairs, and explore further. This time I took the bottle of JD with me and a long glass! Nervously, I sat at her lap top once again and clicked on one of the dates on her ‘web cam’ folder. This was clearly a paid web cam session from one of the paid sites. Becky is dressed as a schoolgirl and her hair is in bunches. She had lots of pink blusher and bright blue eye shadow, together with bright red glossy lips. She is taking to the viewer, calling him Daddy. It’s quite sick. She then stands up revealing that she is wearing white frilly ankle socks and black stiletto heels. She is also smoking. She walks backwards and gets on a bed, the bed I recognise to be the one in the upstairs flat in the kebab shop from the previous film. All the way through she is referring to the pervert viewer as Daddy and she was saying stuff like – “look what a bad girl I have turned into”. She did everything in front of that man. She used two toys on her at the same time. She was asking him if he loved her being her ‘Little Anal Angel’. After about 20 minutes I could hear the sound of a till cashing in. And this means he has hit the exit button. Like a true pro, Becky just sits back at the desk and starts to entice the next viewer into paying more. There were literally about 20 or 30 folders with different dates. Clicking through them, they were all pretty similar. Lots of them had her as a schoolgirl and I noticed some she wore PVC. I watched another session and here I heard her refer to her self as ‘Pansie’. This called for some more investigating. A quick Google search and I found everything. Becky has been ‘escorting’ as Pansie ever since she was 18. I read her profile and looked at her pictures. She had been a very busy girl. She had over 200 feedbacks from web cam and incredibly, in 3 months she had 60 escorting reviews. I read the reviews. Some mentioned that the fiat was dirty and dingy above a take away shop. It was all fitting into place. They all said that ‘Pansie’ did everything in her ‘likes list’. This likes list was my next viewing target. There wasn’t anything that she wouldn’t do. Worryingly - she even listed bareback sex as a payable extra.