Jan got even more aroused. She knew he played rugby and worked on his Dad’s farm but he was well developed for his age. She even licked her lips as ...he took more photos.“Wesley, the man who is a pervert would be excited if we had your jeans off.”Wesley stood and kicked off his shoes, then undid and dropped his jeans. Jan photographed every movement. She felt ready to burst, even more so when she saw a wet patch on his underpants.“Wesley, I am sure the pervert would love to see photos of your. Authors NotesThis story is going to be as open ended as I can possibly make it, I'll try and give you as many creative choices as possible to try and shape the path that the reader prefers to follow... a quick note and hint to take on board for the reader is to have Tifa resist as much as possible throughout the chapter selection, otherwise you may miss out on some hot scenes and a lot of content, the story will take its own course. Your role as reader is to take on the persona of one of Tifa's. So heels, black garter belt and stockings, you love me in those, under a long cocktail dress with a long zipper at the back. Nothing else, less is more you keep telling me.At the last moment I changed my mind and decided to wear a long dress with a zipper at the front, nothing underneath, and a good dose of expensive perfume and heels.I felt really good naked underneath that dress, I have worn it for you and teased you as I slowly undid the zip, then shrugged it off.Wasn’t sure if I was going. But not even an hour ago, I'd had to discipline her. Really, you can't let insubordination like this slide. My bare foot shoots out and catches her in the side of the face. Her head snaps to the side, causing her to lose her precarious balance. All at once she tips over to the side, letting the crystal table top crash to the ground."Ugh. This is the one with the younger sister in Yorkshire?" I ask Baby."Y-yes daddy." Baby can already tell what I'm thinking. Just so, this type of behavior is.