We had hit it off at the interview, and within days of me starting we were all quite relaxed, we had plenty of laughter and loads of innuendo. I’d n...ver worked in an office, and never even thought about a dress code so just wore my everyday clothes short tight skirts and tight tops just my normal attire. The brothers never missed the opportunity to talk about my legs and tits and I kind of liked it, I remember one of Mike’s first remarks to his brother when I wasn’t supposed to hear...or was I. Once they were untied, I sat up and started rubbing my slightly raw wrists. I must have been pulling harder than I had anticipated earlier. I looked at my brother and smiled as he handed me some lotion. I quickly put it on then looked back at my father. He was now standing on the bed, his erection a few inches above my face. He wasnt touching it but there was definitely a bit of pre-cum on the tip. Get on your knees, he said to me. I obeyed and sat on my knees to my face was directly in front. " "Oh, that's too bad. You going to LA?" "No, Sacramento." "That's good, LA isn't safe right now." "Why's that?" I asked in surprise. "Too much gang activity, the cops are trying to clean it up but it's slow going. There was a food riot yesterday I heard, not a pretty sight. LA isn't safe right now, especially not for a pretty young woman." I blushed deeply at that, but I had to admit that it felt good. "No, I don't suppose it is." He fell silent for a moment, glancing out the window at the. Checked that all the utilities had been turned on, I didn’t want to be left in the dark once it got dark. With a pair of yellow rubber cleaning gloves on I started, a refuse bag in one hand, with the other, I started filling it. Cupboards were full of out of date food, magazines Sarah and I use to read, now old. Coming across Boxing Monthly, there was a cover picture of me throwing the final blow at Radovan Brankovic which knocked him out. In a different situation, this would be framed and put.