I know Sarah sees her that way as well. She keeps the complete image of Harper dressing in her collection of favorite photographs. I’ve seen her con...emplate that one as well as others more than once.I am having impure thoughts. I am ashamed of them but they are in my head and I cannot get rid of them. Harper is blameless in this, at least I believe she is. Sometimes I haven’t been sure. Around the time she graduated from high school and later when she was home from college, even once or twice. Another year followed, and then another.It was now two and a half years after the Robinson's first taping The entire world's population had also been turned into tape slaves, the last ones joining a year ago. No longer was there any need for secrecy. The Community Centers were in every town and village now, large and small. People regularly went to them to receive tape instructions, which were carried out with absolute obedience.The world remained much as it had been before, though, with some. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” she asked while she held her skirt up so I could use both hands to slide her panties down. “Yes, ma’am, a cum-slut.” I was surprised when I saw that her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, with a thin layer covering her labia and a thicker patch shaved into an upside down triangle pointing down at the top of her slit. I had always thought of her as a prude, but it was obvious now that she was a bit of a slut herself. Her pussy was still a little wet from her. She went up to her oldest boys room and ratchet through his sock draw. Bingo, there were the French ticklers she had seen a month ago. She thought if hes not using them Ill take two just in case if I use them Ill replace them before he figures it out. She took a shower and did her hair and makeup. She put on the blue outfit with blue heels and stockings. She next put on a tight pair of jeans and a white light sweater. Sitting in her kitchen at 10:30 she was ready, but for what? My goodness.