“Come here, slut” he said and then pushed me towards my father. I tried to cover my body with my hands. My father slapped me across the face. “R...move your hands and let me see what a slut body my daughter has.” He said. When I refused he slapped me again and again. I still refused. He then turned towards my mother and slapped her across the face. “If you don’t remove your hands I’m going to whip your mother real good.” He then told my mother to strip as he removed his belt from his trousers. He. ”“Wonderful. I don’t know what to do for her.”“I’m not sure either. She wants to be with you, but she can’t. In a way, it’s worse than you and me.”“How so?”“Hear me out completely before you get any stupid ideas, OK?”I laughed, “Sure.”“With you and me, I COULD actually have sex with you. Remember what I said about wishing you were a girl? And how I would have sex with Mike the person, but not Mike the male of the species? Angie can’t even say THAT.”“So, you COULD?” I grinned.Clarissa smacked me. This one had signs of her footprints in the dust, but that was it. Using the place in my head, I saw the locker room and showers backed up against this hallway. When we came to where this building met the concrete wall of the one next door, there was a door going in toward the restaurant.“We will need to do some renovating, but there are six, four-bedroom apartments back here. They were to keep the activities separate from the restaurant, but that didn’t happen. I don’t know if someone forgot. Starting at the top of her pubic hair line just under the belly button, he moves the lather-soaked brush in tiny circles, periodically re-coating the brush with more lather. Tiny circles he makes with the Badger brush, weaving back and forth, section by section, around and around in circles on her belly. The brush then eases slowly to the left side of her cunt lips and slides a little ways down the inside of her thigh. Always, small gentle tickling circles that lightly caress her skin yet.