What else could I do? I thought, sliding my t-shirt over my head and unzipping my jeans.For a moment I stood, naked, all except for my briefs. A look ...f pity in my eyes as I looked up at her, waiting hopefully for her to release me."Come on," she barked, "and those!" pointing down at my undies.Slowly, I removed my briefs, keeping my arms in front of me in a desperate attempt to cover my private parts as I reached down to pick up the basque.Having never worn lingerie before, I stumbled to find a. She had wide hips. It was a pleasant sight. This was the first time I was looking at a girl upclose. Something started changing in me. During my earlier days I used to read a lot of sex magazines but never experienced it. Now there was this girl so very close to me. And that too close to being alone since there were very few passengers.Her father was in deep sleep with his back towards us. I did not have many things on my mind as I was scared to do anything. But I made courage to lightly touch. .. Mmm, four, daddy, stop... Five, shit... Six, it hurts, Sir... Seven... Aaahh, eight, nooo... Nine, daddy, wait... Ten... Thank you, master! This cunt thanks you..." Then he had turned towards his other daughter, toying with the cane. Her eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as they kept darting from his face to his hands to the ass of her sister with red, linear marks of the cane. "Will it hurt, daddy?" Though she knew the answer, she asked it every time he caned them. She knew her. Almost fell, twice but, I did make it. A total picture of a girland I knew I had to be her as often as I could.Just getting the clothes, will be a real chore. Down 3 flights ofstairs, 25 feet more to the drying room and back with the clothes. Thetask needed to be done and if I wanted to be the girl in the mirror I wasjust going to do it. She looked hot in her heels so, I had no choice. Iwent down 1 flight of stairs before I noticed, I forgot the laundrybasket. Oh, well I did need to learn.