I grabbed her by her red hair and shook her violently. Reallity check, bitch! I said. Life is short. My hands romaed down to her firm little tits. I g...oped them violently. Im sure I bruised them. She didnt resist. She either really enjoyed it or was too fucking scared. Now its time to make amends with your fucked up life. Do what I say. You know you want to. I swear I could make out a little nod, either that or she was just trembling so much. I pulled the van over by the side of the road. We. Her beauty and friendly manner had helped in making Sandy a very successful real-estate agent. Though she had inherited a great deal of money from her family, Sandy also worked very hard. She had struggled her way to the top of one of the largest real-estate agencies in central Georgia.Her inheritance and position as the agency's top producer had allowed Sandy to acquire, at a young age, some nice rewards for her hard work. She lived in a large, two story, anti-bellum style house in one of. Taken from Jack that which Sam desired.Well."It's OK, my love." Sam gently kissed his cheek, then rubbed her own against it. "Let me see if I can undo her evil." He turned back to her, questioningly. Eyes glowing, she kissed his nose, then lips. Moving so she straddled him on all fours, she began kissing her way down his body. As she passed his own breasts she pulled his shirt up, revealing white, perfect skin. He tasted of sweat, dust, maleness, as she made her way down. She paused at his. . Brittany was eager and happy to see us return, especially me. "Get me daddy's training bra, Brittany." She instructed.I broke into a cold sweat. My youngest daughter, seemed only too pleased to help. She was all giggles. My heart was pounding. I suddenly remembered when Brittany got her first training bra...she was 12. She had been after me to let her buy one for many weeks, and was so pleased when she finally got it. I would tease her, shouting, "Brittany wearing a training bra!" I really.