She never helped, only watched and even at home when Sara was out he would suggest she dress only in her panties, even letting her sit on his lap whil... doing her homework, she used to giggle as she felt his hard cock under her arse.By her own admission she is closer to her dad than her mum and judged by his actions she knows her daddy loves her, she loves the affection as she is a very tactile person.What did surprise me is how Sara didn’t know or maybe she did but turns a blind eye to it just. I changed some things to make it easier to understand. The other girls were given dictation about some of the finer points but I was not going to micromanage this or even come close. That was the benefit of getting some good employees or, in this case, volunteers.We all went to the office. We talked to Linda about some of her ideas for identification. I thought of having a red pair of crotchless panties but decided not to mention that idea, especially with all the young girls present. I did. On top of these I was made to wear what was the slave dress. It included a short red top almost like a bikini but with sleeves and it made of silk and beautifully embroidered and along with it went a long flowing red skirt made of some satin like cloth, which was almost transparent. I was also given a veil. I was then presented to the princess who looked pleased and then I was lead away to my cell. Every time I was led, my wrists were chained I front of me and another slave or servant led me.. Jenny’s parents never knew how her funds were obtained and Melissa never once let on the nature of the paintings that were sold at the big city’s auction house.It was all about knowing the right people, who knew the right markets and having the right model and artist and this time it worked.The present time:Melissa hadn’t done any erotic painting since Jenny left to travel the World. That was three years earlier and Jenny would now be twenty-two and making a living abroad as a writer.And one.