This slut was owned.“Now that’s one pretty birthday-girl,” Gavin said, his features calm although his dick was bulging huge. “Apologies in adv...nce for smudging the effect. Unless of course that mascara is run-proof. Shall we see?”Oh god! She was bracing herself for his experiment when her phone buzzed in his hand. He checked the read-out and smiled. “Expecting a celebratory call from your dad?” Her face scorched in mortification and he laughed. “I’m playing with you again, Brooke. It’s your. I pulled the gym shirt over my padded bra and on. I slipped on a pair of socks I had stolen from my sister with the little frills on the top. I stopped to admire myself. The shorts were snug on my body and when I turned around I could see my pantyline, I wish I had a thong. The top was cute because it didn't go all the way down so it showed just a bit of my firm stomach and really accentuated my breasts.As I watched myself in the mirror dancing and posing in seductive positions I couldn't help. She never wobbled in the least as she balanced perfectly on one leg and displayed her athletic ability to me.My throat wasn't the only place to get a lump.Dropping her long leg back to the floor, she moved forward and stepped out into the hallway. Behind her, I could see my little sister sat on the floor in the splits. Her legs were at one hundred and eighty degrees to each other and her forehead was touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe.The girl circled me as I stood still and. Leonard was a slick, graying, predator, seven or eight years older than my ex-wife. Twice divorced I’m told, but a clever enough businessman to amass a substantial nest egg, and had the skills to add to it. I never did quite figure out why they had to move away, but that’s what happened almost immediately when they were free of me. The whole thing had come about so suddenly, that it took a while to comprehend what had happened. I had no clue that she was cheating on me, but obviously she had.