He turned and walked back to the truck, got in and started back down the driveway. He never even looked back at Sarah. Sarah didn't turn to look at he... father."Oh shit," was the only thing that I could think of to say.I turned and saw that Sarah was standing with the box in her hand waiting for me to tell her what to do. It was the first time that I had ever seen her up close and it looked like she hadn't had a bath in days. Her hair was matted and dirty and I don't know if it had ever seen a. But if you want to be a brat, we'll treat you like one.”He yanked down my jogging shorts, the stretchy material bunching around my knees. I trembled as his hands seized my plain panties. And then he yanked them down, too. His eyes stared at my trimmed, black bush adorning my pudenda.My cheeks went crimson. He was staring at my pussy. My cousin. Oh, god, this was embarrassing.Then he sat down and yanked me over his lap like I was a little girl. My cheeks burned with shame. “Stop this, Clint,” I. About two weeks before heading to the main office he took a quick trip around his sales territory. He wanted to visit all his major customers and just touch base with them before the office meeting.He wanted no surprises caused by unhappy customers.He also spent part of the time visiting some of his various girlfriends. Hell it was Christmas and he wanted to give them some small gifts as well as getting some of their "gifts." By the time he was done, it was a wonder he could get an erection.. He had a few sexual apparatuses I’d never seen in real life. A wall with chains and hoists and grab bars for example caught my eye. I wondered what kind of kink he was really into. It wasn’t long for me to get my answer. Graham came out of the bedroom naked with a chair, a collar, some ties, a ball gag and a blindfold. He looked intensely at me and said he’d been looking for a sex slave. A nice woman who he could dominate and use however he liked. He told me he had several fuck whores, but,.