She edged across the sofa towards him. She didn't look comfortable next to him as he repetitively and roughly massaged himself. She looked as if she w...nted nothing less than to help him, but as if duty bound she offered a hand. She was a bit drunk. He, however, declined saying, 'Just leave it with me for a sec. You could take off your clothes?' Her eyes widened and she laughed. He was very serious. He hadn't even touched her or done anything in regards to loosening her mood, but now he wanted. "Thank the nice lady, Bella," daddy intoned musically, giving me a startleas he reached behind me and squeezed my butt with a nice singular firmmotion. My whole body tensed as I looked up her, unable to fully make eyecontact."Thank you for helping us out, ma'am," I intoned softly, earning noresponse and a look of contempt. My hand was again grabbed and I wasushered over the aisle she had mentioned, the one with the clearlyskankier theme.He rummaged around for a bit before picking out what two. I had to park my car; it was blocking thealley. I backed into the carport locked the gate and went to spray offthe exercise bike. I sprayed it off and bounced it a few times, to shakeoff the water and took it into my apartment.First thing pour the Mister plumber in the clogged sink. Giving it timeto work I checked out the exercise bike, I must have bounced it toohard, and the chain was off. I have had to put chains back on regularbikes before, how hard could it be. Harder than I thought it. “Do you need me to help you now?” asked Anna gently. Becca nodded. “Bring me a chair,” Anna ordered. “And then place a towel on top of the dryer. Then sit on the dryer and spread your legs for me,” Anna said.Anna moved quickly. She brought a barstool from the kitchen and placed it in front of the dryer. She then spread the towel as order, sat on it and spread her legs. The obvious haste with which these tasks were performed made Anna smile. Yes, she was a slut. And an attractive one. Her thin.