The stranger replied that both are fuckable whores as their mother and I said that I’m not a whore. They said that now I am their whore and they wan... my daughters now. I said I would not allow this both of them smiled and said we will make your daughters no.1 sluts in the town then they asked me to stand up and come with them. I somehow tied my petticoat and was trying to hook my bra. Soon they stopped me and asked to come in that condition. We reached near the ladies toilet. There was nobody. Because we were both from France, we naturally became buddies in the office, even if she made it clear from the very first day that she had a boyfriend.Back to the main story.On that day, Candice spent most of the afternoon/evening with 2 project managers, as they were to give an important presentation to the client on the following day. Their meeting was dragging, I could see through the transparent walls that they were rehearsing and double checking everything, fixing stuff at the last. "My blood is orange!"Shirley found herself home a bit before seven. Turning the engine off, she let herself collapse back against the seat. It had been a long time since she'd had to deal with hospitals, apart from trial runs and other assorted research ties. That could be bad enough, as bad as any bureaucracy, but to have a loved one there? She hated it.Well, of course she hated it. That was a silly thing to think. Shirley gave a tired chuckle. God, she was tired.Stepping out of the car, she. I knocked on the door of my parent’s home and to my surprise this cute young red headed co-ed answered the door. She was standing there in a dancer’s outfit which highlighted every curve of her young fit body; she couldn’t have been over 16. She said Hi, I’m Maureen you must be Al, I’ve heard so much about you being a hero and all. She went on to explain that she was an Irish exchange student studying dance at UofA. My parents had sponsored her studies in the US. I lustfully thought to myself.