Still naked with just her coat and high heels on, her legs spread obscenely, but she didn’t care. She looked at the papers on the table.The contract... the invoice, the tickets. As she went through them with her free hand they felt like blood money somehow.“Too late to bring them back.” She thought. “Maybe I should stop all of this and come clean?”She pondered about it for a while. But as always, she decided it wasn’t the right moment.“First I’ll have to at least make it up with Lisa,” she. I could have got a refund, but I loved the cut of these trousers, so I decided to get them altered instead at “Jacobs” the local shop for that type of thing.Jacob’s is a real step back in time. No fancy neon signs or window displays. An old fashion signwriters logo above the door. They don’t make them like this anymore. I push the heavy door open, amazed that it has one of those old fashioned bell’s ringing to alert the staff that somebody is entering.I shuffle into the shop, nobody inside,. Becki responded by saying she wished she could but she didn’t have any money to bet with. She gave me a nervous look then a small, almost evil smirk.“Well I could bet my clothes if that is ok with all of you? I have played strip poker before.” The room went dead silent as all eyes fell on my daughters’ hot body then they all turned to me, including Becki’s. My cock was rock hard now. I looked at everyone with a bored look.“Why is everyone looking at me? Becki is 19; she is old enough to. What was going to happen to me?"All will become clear soon enough, my little sissy boy."Fiona was still naked and she moved in front of me and dropped to herknees. Even in my confused state I could appreciate just how beautifulshe was. Her figure was that of a Nubian Queen and she did not walk; shehad a lithe grace that was almost animalistic. Her head was pulled uponto the top of her head and she had the most beautiful almond shapedeyes under long lashes.She was on her knees in front of me and.