“Me? At least I’m not fucking your father.”For a split second, I was worried until she burst out in laughter and I took her hand.“It wasn’t ...nything I planned, Alice. It just happened.”“You’re good for him and I’m happy for both of you. I… I’m just not sure I want to share you… with anyone.”“It wasn’t easy for me sharing… I mean… you know… you being with Ryan, but I wanted to give you the space you needed and not put demands on you.”“I’ve always appreciated that. You always gave me the room to. I might pop in to check up on you and see how you doing. Make sureeveryone is satisfied. I expect every cock to be drained by the end of thenight, that's what they payin' for, you got it?" Yes, sir"."Put this on, bitch, make you look the part." He laughs and throws a tanktop at me. I put it on and look in the mirror. It says "I heart BBC" on thefront and it leaves my stomach exposed. I look and feel like a completeslut, a total faggot, naked except for a tank top that says I love blackcock. The. "I try to look my best for the meets and competitions." She giggled again. Sixteen year old bombshells weren't supposed to giggle. It made their coaches unable to concentrate."You need to concentrate on your skating more than you concentrate on these" he reached out and gently pinched one of her protruding nipples. A look of shock came over her face. Her feet windmilled and she sat down hard on the ice."UNCLE BOB!" she shouted indignantly."Well, when you flaunt them, don't be surprised if. She let the dress fall down past her waist and then slowly pulled it all the way off until it fell to the floor.Now she stepped out of the dress and, with her back to the three guys, bent from the waist down to pick the dress up, the cheeks of her bottom taunt against her lace panties. Having picked up her dress, she placed it carefully on an unoccupied chair, before dancing around some more. When she deemed she had teased them enough, she faced away from them, pulling her panties slowly down.