" I'm never gonna sell her, Dad!" I told him. "No way. I'm gonna keep her forever." Heh!" He chuckled and took a swallow of his scotch. I drank some o... my Coke too.I knew my dad pretty well by then. He owned his own company and made a lot of money, so he had a very practical attitude. I'd had Tiffany for less than a day and already he'd started thinking about her as numbers. How much she'd cost versus how much she'd be worth after a year or two or five. He liked to talk to me about stuff like. She was flush with excitement that she had just “accidentally” presented her blooming brown rose almost as close as a foot from her son’s surprised face. She was jolted with horny thoughts of just pushing back and planting a brown round smooch on her son’s face. Jennifer was overcome with the same shaking ecstasy of perverted joy that her son had just lost himself to. She hadn’t been aware of what Jon was doing in the bathroom. She had no idea that just behind her, her son sat with a pile of. But where would I wear it? How would keep Father from seeing it?” “Of course you can. Wear it as often as you like. But under your clothes. who’s going to know, anyway? And does your father search your room? I presume not. Considering he buys you your things. And you make your own clothes. Besides, I want you to.”Anna started to cry as she leaned in and kissed Sarah again. This time with a lot more energy. “I, I better” she stuttered “I better take it off. I can’t wear this all day if were. "Right, can you hear me okay?" she asks."Yes, what are you doing?" Well," she explains, "I'm standing by the side of the bath, wearing my skirt and tube top." No heels?" he asks."Nope, I took them off at the bottom of the stairs." she replies."Okay, well first off I want you take off your top."She complies, lifting the top over her shoulders and pulls it off, letting it drop to her feet."Okay, now what?" she asks."Fondle your breasts. And tell me how it feels," he orders.She raises her hand to.