With a savage jerk, he sent the buttons skittering to all corners of the room. Her bra covered tits bobbed into view.“Mr. Kumar! You can’t do this...”“I can and I will. You come here dressed like a tart. I’ll show you what it takes to make it around here!”His fingers locked like steel bands on her arms. She fought, but it did no good. He lifted her like a doll and carried her to the small couch near the far wall of the office. He dumped her unceremoniously on the sofa. She felt the springs. Daddy had only bought her those yesterday – he must have planned this. Oh how embarrassing – she wondered why he looked so smug at breakfast.There was nothing for it – brazen it out – Claire smiled back through her legs at the mirror (and hidden camera). The inner door opened and this gorgeous nearly-naked woman took her hand and led her into the over-heated interior. Claire did her best to hold the box in front to cover her pouting pussy lips, through her damp red panties. “Don’t worry baby –. I then threw the knife into the floor next to my bed and picked up the weights in the corner of my room and lodged one of the lighter weights into the door. My sister came bursting through the now half-splintered door. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? she shrieked. Shut the fuck up and get out of my room! I said, throwing the knife in her direction, lodging it in the wall next to her head and resumed the process of flipping my bed over. Her eyes got huge and she timidly backed out of my room as I. "Yes, we're supposed to meet some people here. They're flying in from Tennessee," I explained.Lisa thought about that and said, "Well, we haven't had anyone land yet this morning. They're probably not here yet. Why don't you come inside the line shack and wait."She held the door open for us and we all stepped inside. The cool air was a welcome relief from the morning heat. The small room had two brown leather couches in front of a counter. The smell of something Italian cooking was coming from.