To be honest,I loved that vest cos I’d always had a bit of a letch for me old man,made me un-cut boy-knob hard as iron and me piss-hole get all slim....In the hot weather he’d slob around in just his baggy white y-fronts and a white vest like the one he gave me,and sometimes his big,purple un-cut bell-end would slip out the leg of his undies,and then I’d hafta nip of to the bathroom and squirt of a thick loada slimy boy-spunk! Anyhow,this aint getting me story told,is it,lol! ‘Er,yeah,ok Mr. ..and neither one of us would be happy for long if you tried to be." He pulled her forward until her head rested on his shoulder and began stroking her hair. "I'm going to take you home. You're going to do your homework, answer your email, catch up with things. Tomorrow you'll go to your classes, talk with your friends, live your life just as you've been doing." He pulled her away from his shoulder and looked into her eyes. "You will not contact me or come here or to my store until Friday. You do still have a phone, don't you?" Of course I do." I wasn't sure," Jessica pressed on, as she picked up the receiver of the phone that was in plain sight and punched in a number. "You never seem to be able to call me."She then started talking to the person on the phone."I need a big favor. Can you pick me up from my dad's in an hour?"After a pause, he heard her say, "I'll tell you on the way home, ok? Thanks, bye."Her father almost didn't recognize her. She looked like his daughter, but. On the short walk to her old house I asked her age, and she told me that she was three months shy of sixteen. After she showed me which bed had been hers, I set a bright electric lantern to light that area. She helped me off with my boots and shirt. Then it was time for her to undress. She was reluctant."If I have to tie you down, it will be on the bed in the square. And I can still gather an audience." This started her moving, but she still blushed deeply. By the time she was naked, the blush.