I stood back and admired my work, I was proud of it. A special piece for my father. As I took off my apron and flung it on the floor, the door bell ra...g. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, who could it possibly be? I thought. I walked over to the front door and opened it. Nobody was there. I looked up and down the apartment hallway. It was probably just little kids messing about. I shrugged my shoulder and turned to go back into the house.Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I. So I started dancing around lifting up my jersey slightly exposing the bottom of my boobs, they were cheering me on telling me to take it off. My nipples were hard! I slowly lifted the jersey up and over my head. They cheered and I was getting into it thinking I might know how a stripper feels as guys look at them and appreciate what they see. I reminded them of the deal we made so they quickly took off their shirts as part of the deal. I told them they had to take off their pants as I did so I. Brad recognized Mike Johnson and said hi to him. Brad noticed that every player was wearing a suit or sports coat and slacks. He made a note to tell Dad he may have to buy several suits if he is drafted.“Abby you might want to do up the buttons on your dress. I don’t mind the cleavage you’re showing but your brother might,” Scott warned. Abby instead, buttoned up her coat.“There he is! “Abby smiled, patting Brad’s right knee and standing. She hurried over to a stocky, well-dressed teen who. And that my relation with her was so much more. She was my goddess and I was her faithful slave. And I wouldn’t give it up for anything.Thankfully the closet was close to being soundproof and I couldn’t hear them in the bedroom at all. It must have been at least an hour since they started. I hoped that it would get over soon and Lina would come to release me from this cruel bondageMy toes were barely touching the ground and supporting my whole weight on the toes was getting more painful with.