He hands it to the girl and gives her a kiss on the cheek. ‘You have a serious problem.’ John says. ‘I got a job for you.’ ‘What is it?’ ...��We need to send a message.’ CHAPTER THREE The chastising my mother gave me for my being a promiscuous whore, just made me want to rebel. I wanted to fuck anything with a pulse, but then my anger subsided and I took them out to dinner. Connecting with my parents felt good. I forgot about my fights with mother, and genuinely looked forward to starting reality.. She brought the glasses back to the bedroom where JR was sitting on the edge of the bed tying his shoes. She handed him one of the glasses and then climbed back onto the bed beside him.When he looked up, he saw their reflections in the mirror mounted to the dresser, and his eyes found hers. “I will never get tired of the intimacy that sharing yourself first thing in the morning bestows on me.”“And I will never get tired of the trust and security you demonstrate that allows me to share the. “Yes. On the phone. Right now. I want you to cum for me.”“That’s dirty,” she said. “What are you wearing?”“Nothing sexy,” she giggled. “Flannel pajama pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt.”“Any underwear?”“Just white cotton panties with some flowers on them. No bra. My glasses.”“You walk around the house without a bra? With those huge tits?” I asked.“Yes,” she laughed. “I’m at home. I usually wear a sports bra with my brother home from school. I’m just not right now.”“I want you to go get. He stops then looking her over with a critical eye. He nods his head making mental notes as she begins to whimper and wiggle. Laughing once more he draws a pocket knife from his pants pocket. She hears it click open seconds before she feels the blade slicing thru her bra. He watches as the straps part first then the center between her average breasts. The bra flutters to the floor behind her like a mortally wounded butterfly where it goes still. In the cool rooms air her dusky nipples come to.