I had been employed by Monique for just a few months, off the books. Monique didn't want any official record of me working there, just in case the shi... ever hit the fan.It was a pretty unusual arrangement. Most of the other senior high girls worked at the mall or in fast-food. I was an "erotic fashion consultant" - at least that's what we jokingly called ourselves. I really liked being there, and Monique treated me more like a partner than an employee.Monique's shop wasn't like some sleazy porn. Her body is taut and shaking. “Amy?” He says.Amy stops the flow, simultaneously embarrassed and turned on by her dad watching. “Daddy, I…I…”A strange look comes over her dad’s face that scares Amy. In a far off voice he says. “So, you like pissing yourself, do you?” Unable to speak, Amy nods trembling. “Get in the tub” he commands. Amy stares at him unsure of what to do, limbs immobile. “Daddy…I’m sorry.” She says. He replies with “Don’t be sorry, just get in the tub.”Seeing her unmoving,. I've got boxes piled in front of the door,” Brenda said.“Oh!” Emily said, accepting the explanation. “Is Cain in there too?”Crap, he thought.“Yes,” he drawled. “Yes, we are helping Ms. Brenda with…the moving. We shall be out for lunch presently. Thank you for your kind consideration.” Brenda looked at him as if he were crazy.“A game,” he murmured in her ear.Emily’s giggle from the other side of the door told him that she understood. It also told him that she wouldn't be thinking about him. I can’t believe the way my face looked – I hardly recognize myself! Do I really look like that when we’re screwing?’ ‘Yeah, you were really into it. In those porn films those women were acting – you weren’t! Actually, when we’re having sex, I rarely have my eyes open and looking at you, but, yes, you do look like that when you’re really hot A few times you’ve gotten so carried away that you’ve broken my concentration and I’ve looked at you and you do have that expression on your face. Frankly,.