. the men that came to your house were enforcers and they were looking for me."I looked at her tear stained face. "If they are tels why didn't they ju...t take the info they wanted from the girls minds?" They aren't tels. They are men that the tels have made into their own private security force. Their minds have been molded in to very loyal psychopaths." Well no matter what they are its their fault not yours." I said but she just shook her head and cried even more. So I took her into my arms and. It’s not that she isn’t attractive. She is just not really my ideal type. For one she has a larger ass than I usually enjoy watching even though some guys love that and her chest is the same way in being slightly larger than I prefer. She also is a brunette and I’ve been a guy who’s been mostly into blondes. That last part I am guessing is because my mother is blonde. Many psychology classes have tried to convince me of that last one. What I’ve said being true did not change the fact that. As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast “. My mom turns her head around the doorway “morning sweety. Let me make some. A jerk on the leash signaled that it was time to get up and when he had unclipped her leash, she stood back and waited. He walked in front of her now, leading her down the hall and into their living room. He settled into his easy chair and hooked the end of her leash onto a small ring he’d installed near the arm rest. Before she could kneel, he shook his head at her and patted his lap. He took her by the hips and pulled her down so that she could sit with him, her ass on his crotch.They watched.