" His hands then went back to her knees, a bit higher up this time."What's the second, daddy?" Angel was feeling a bit aroused with the way her father...was looking at her and the way he was touching her body and legs."It's exercise for your body... for muscles, nerves, joints etc... for your chest (he pointed to her chest)... for your thighs (his hands ran up and down both her thighs)... to improve your fitness and stamina for physical activities." Angel didn't understand what physical. Taking a blow dryer and a round brush shedid her best to create a feminine looking hair style. Putting the blowdrier away, she took a red velvet bow and fastened it to the top of hishead letting the streamers fall to his shoulders creating a flatponytail in the process. Finished with his hair, she pushed his headback and began tweezing his brows into high arches. With that done, shepeeled off the mask and began applying liquid foundation. Almost thirtyminutes later she stood back and admired. ....I was staring. At the men.Alan and Richard.Just making eye contact, I told myself, remembering an old trick I hadbeen taught in my university days. When presenting always make eyecontact, then move on to another person. Two or three people just to makethe presentation personal and help to maintain focus.I looked at Kat, who nodded with a smile."Now, then," I said, "before we head into the store proper and get youall to work, I'm going to share a little video. Each day we have videobriefings. Commenting on the size of Jo’s tits. How much Jo seemed to like it. Where they’d fuck her. Where they’d like to cum.Jo realised the men are stood all around. All very close.Jo felt the woman’s fingers tugging at her knickers. Very quickly they’re round herupper thighs, soon to join her bra, blouse and skirt on the floor. She was down to you stockings, suspender belt and stiletto shoes.And the woman soon knelt between Jo’s legs, her soft mouth on gently caressing Jo’s now sopping wet cunt.Jo.