However, there was that deep grubby slut part of me that had walked right into this. I realised I could over think this. If I thought about it, I woul...n’t do it. I just let the polo keys loosely clang to the concrete.My hands were way in front of my brain and found double groins, one to my front; on to my side and from there I lost any decency, as my body yielded consent, no time for a nod or a yea. It was all roller-coaster swift after that. I mean one randy guy pawing your body is usually. "I won't," I insisted as my suddenly silent brother looked on bemusedly. "I have my art ... my job ... stop smiling like that," I ordered as he continued to say nothing. "You're not funny!" Here, I printed out your ticket and boarding pass before I left school," he answered as he pulled a folded envelope out of his back pocked. "And dad expects you to bring a very nice present for him." I didn't get him anything," I answered, then quickly reddened in embarrassment when he gave me a disapproving. I would always wear stockings, garters and quarter cup bras around the house but to no avail.It was because of this kind of outfit that the following incident unfolded.I was in our bedroom trying on my new white sheer stockings held up by the new high waisted garter belt accompanied by my new half cup white lace bra. I walked from one end of the bedroom to the other to slip my feet into some stripper high heels, a walk which would take me past my bedroom window. The family next door were having. It was a wonderful place to meet attractive young coeds. His charm and sincerity combined to completely disarm any concerns the girls may have about going out with him. To them, it seemed as if they had known him for years instead of minutes. He was a good looking guy with a soft voice that just asked them for a date.Once he secured their agreement to go out on the weekend, while they ate their meals, Jeff would learn about them, about their classes, their schedule and their interests. The next.