It was a low-cut sleeveless blouse that fit tight around her bust, showed off a huge cleavage.Amma was so embarrassed that she looked away while she s...owed off her body to me. I was aroused and so quickly I crossed my legs. “It’s good,” I said and ran out pretending to get a call. As I stood outside at the door, I heard them talking. “Do I really have to show myself to my son?” she asked.“You have to,” he insisted. “Since you are making proper blouses now, I need a third person’s opinion to see. When she heard the front door open, she rushed down the stairs."Alex!" She shouted, throwing her arms around him.Alex chuckled, hugging her back. "Hey, little sis. What's going on?"When Sarah pulled away, Alex realized that in four short months, she'd grown up. Where awkward braces once sat, her smile was now radiant, and her blonde hair fell straight, framing her perfect heart shaped face. Her cleavage was pushed up, and her flimsy top revealed her lush, large breasts. He gulped. She was only. .. I'm sorry." I dutifully applied the clamps to my nipples while Stephen ran the tip of the crop up and down the inside and outside of my legs and hips. When I was all set, I bit my lip then asked in a little voice, "Are they tight enough, Daddy?" Do they hurt just a little bit?" They're pinching, Daddy." Tighten them a quarter turn." O... Okay, Daddy." As I turned each one, he tapped me right on my cunt with the crop. Tap! "Oooo..." Tap! "Oooohh... Th... Thank you, Daddy." Do you promise not. Uh. Wow. Uh...” She blinked, her brow furrowing as she looked at the papers. “Wait a fucking second...” She started to thumb through the papers. There were a lot of details that she had never wanted to know about this particular, ah, subject. But there were also a lot of details she recognized. It looked like the kind of standard security stuff that any kind of intelligence operation would gather. Security, human resources, kit, natural surroundings. There was even an entire dossier on possible.