That being his slightly older teenage daughter, Cindy. Now Cindy was eighteen, and very pretty: long, blonde wavy hair; voluptuous hourglass figure; i...pressive bust size and an ass boys would die for. Especially when she wore those tight, hugging jeans that clung to her derriere, suffocating her behind like a piece of elastic stretched over her shapely cheeks. Each step she took caused a wiggle that even had married men turning to stare, before a slap of their wives brought them back to their. He was out five hundred bucks, and he was hoping to make a little of the money back. Maybe his sister wanted the necklace for herself? ‘Would she try to keep it?’ he thought. He felt a little nervous about it. I mean, she has never really given me a chance to doubt her, but she really seems smitten with it. ‘Anna, can I have the necklace back, please?’ ‘Yes Caleb,’ she handed it back to him. As she handed it back, she came out of her trance to encounter some subconscious messages. ‘PLEASE. While he was in the bath I came to a decision. It might be the worse idea I ever had, but I had to do something NOW. I hopped out of bed and walked over to Steve's dresser. I found the marker he used to write notes to himself on the glass next to the box of condoms he kept "for everyday use". I quickly wrote my message in large letters and then jumped back into bed and lay on my stomach, head facing the wall. Ten minutes later Steve came out of the bathroom and I heard him stop. I knew he was. I don't bite hard, just enough for you to feel it. Just so you know I could be vicious if I wanted to. I could do anything to you right now and you'd be powerless to stop me. I choose to be tender and you are grateful for it. You know I'm holding back for your sake. You breathe slowly and deeply as I gradually kiss lower. Across your shoulders and collarbones, down your chest to your breasts. The breasts you have been so careful to disguise ever since they began to grow. Breasts you were.