The one I worked with wasn't only way too effeminate, he was also rather dumb, which for me makes for a bad combo. No, Sandy never really stood much o... a chance with me.I hadn't minded the fitting, not at all. Even if I had the feeling it could have been done faster, with much less fussing about. But that had made sense. Plus, Mistress was there. That was the difference, that when I went upstairs with Sandy I was alone. Glad that I finally knew I relaxed, felt myself drift off to sleep, but. To my utter amazement her bra unsnapped. Dad reached out, hooked a finger in it between her big breasts, and pulled it off her body.Audrey looked terrorized standing there topless like a deer caught in headlights.I moved around for a better view and Audrey turned toward me in disbelief. I on the other hand looked right at her exposed breasts. They were mighty impressive but written on one was the words, “I belong to Daddy” and on the other one was written, “I belong to my brother.” The words. At first, if i was there, i would come to her aid, then on one occasion i decided enough was enough. If she wants to keep getting into the situations she can deal with them herself. The occasion in question was a works do for her bank, we arrived and i went to the bar to get us some drinks. She was looking good in a short off the shoulder dress that was quite flowy and heels, no bra. As the night went on she was getting pretty tipsy and i could see her flirting with the men, especially a group. Tonight, touching and biting you without your consent, raping you, beating you; those are all first times and fulfilled fantasies. And I am not done yet. Isn't that great?” He grabbed a handful of the girl's kinky black hair and lifted her head. “I said: isn't that great?” He jerked her by the hair, making her head nod jerkily. “Damn right it is.” He sat her head back down and bent back to his collection of junk. He stood up, holding three large black binder clips. He put one on each.