In eighteen years I had never seen her dressed that way, it was a shock to my system.It was wild, garish, immature -- and sexy as hell. And that’s w...at bothered me most. She did not need to be parading around in public looking like some sort of half-wit bobble headed sex doll “What in hell happened to you? What are you thinking? Are you going out like that?”She stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a large smile and pirouetted for me “You like it dad?”“Hell no I don’t like it, what is all. Get personal. I am always adjusting my models and sometimes touch personal areas. Sorry if I upset you," he told her."Hey, it's OK. I don't mind," she replied. Returning to her question, she asked, "Do you think I can really be a model?" Of course," Dave answered. "Your breasts are very nicely formed, your eyes are fantastic as is the rest of your body. I was thinking that I have a shoot in a few weeks for teen girl's underwear. Your size and the shape of your breasts would be perfect for. Carol was at home and she was thinking about what was likely to be happening in Duncan's house.Brenda stayed long into the night and she and Duncan had another long fuck before she had to go home to change for work. Both she and Duncan looked tired at work on Friday and Carol was feeling a bit subdued because she thought that she was losing her lover, although Duncan cheered her up when he asked if she could work late that evening."Is Brenda working late too?" she asked."Would you like her to?". Opening the door I was confronted by a big guy with a smirk on his face."Whatcha doin in there? Strokin it or something?", he said.How the fuck would he know that I thought to myself. I was embarrassed and just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.He was standing right in the doorway and I tried to brush by him. He sorta stepped in front of me so I couldn't get by. Again he repeated, "I said, what were you doing in here? Playin with yourself?"Before I could say anything he pushed me in.