No never mind." "What daddy?" Molly asked. "Well I was just thinking....most models would do pictures in just their underwear...but you don't...want to do that." He said. "It's ok sweety, we'll keep taking these beautiful pictures of you." He smiled and kept taking pictures. Molly looked down nervously. She wanted to be a real model....She looked up at her daddy, 'I want to be a real model daddy..." She gripped the bottom of her tshirt and lifted it over her head, exposing her fat. . and bodies disappearing. Yes, the City Pound! It wasn't horse-meat they were serving the mutts, but evidence! Not Purina, but pure evil!He would sure of it, he had sniffed the scent of fear coming from the young dogcatcher when he had questioned him. The whelp had whined before answering, then afterwards slinked off with his tail between his legs. The good looking woman who was with him was obviously a real bitch, barking at him to keep quiet, attempting to make him heal and obey. The vixen. I can justimagine what was on that disk. It could be pictures I have downloadedfrom my home computer, my stories or even worse, some pictures of me. Inever use it while I'm at the office but I always have some with mylaptop and in my briefcase for those moments of loneliness."I'm very sorry sir," I say as I look down at the floor in shame."I'll bet you are," he says and then laughs. "I would never haveguessed you were a faggot. It's a bit surprising to say the least." I am really sorry to have. Just seeing his reaction would be worth it. I asked her if anyone else was there besides the two of them. She replied that she didn’t think so but she wasn’t sure. I suggested that she take off her bra and put her blouse back on. She said she would. I told her to go find out if it was just the two of them. Jessica buttoned her blouse back up and then got up to walk through the office to see if anyone else was there. She walked by and asked what I was still doing here. I told.