She had no idea what was going on outside and the yelling she had heard downstairs had her nearly paralyzed with anxiety. J-Mac, her new boss and famo...s rap sensation had simply put the gun on the magnificent CEO desk, then told her to use it if necessary, before locking her inside the state of the art studio. ‘J-Mac?!’ Her strikingly elemental voice called out. There was no answer. Only ominous silence. Suddenly the banging noise upon the door was repeated- only this time it was more like a. "I've thought about this a lot." She put her hands flat on the covers and leaned forward. "Randi says she and I should fuck Dad, so I'm going to."This was unexpected, given Brandi's previous reluctance. Randi would jump on any penis offered. From what I could tell, Brandi wasn't emotionally ready to fuck her father, or anyone else, for that matter. Even me. "What if she asked you to jump off a bridge?"If she was going to do it too, sure. We love each other. Hell, she took my cherry with a. " her husband said. I smiled. She had her big red baggy blouse tucked in her big white conservative dress pants. She was wearing some black flat shoes that were to small and to wide for her feet. She looked down at her flats squeezing her small feet. She was not wearing any perfume, makeup and her long hair was in a bun on top of her head. She also was wearing some red glasses that sat low on her nose. She was looking over the top of her glasses at me."Nice to meet you. Mr. Kelly." she said.. " I don't care what he wanted me to do. I needed to win back my top and jeans. Plus I figured I had more of a fighting chance of getting through this evening untouched by these assholes if I were clothed."You're gonna perform for us." Chris walked toward me. "You can have your pants back, but you gotta masturbate for it." He closed in on me, circling me like a predator, dragging his rough, calloused hand lightly over my smooth, unblemished skin as he talked. I remained still. "Touch.