I shudder to think what was going through Nichelle’s mind.”Felicia sat beside her daughter and held her hand. “What was going through your mind,...dear?”Nichelle closed her eyes. “I was scared ... terrified ... it really shook my self-confidence ... I felt like a piece of shit ... sorry, Mom.”“That was exactly what he was trying to do, Kit -- make her feel worthless. I’ve worked with cases like this. The impact on the victim isn’t unlike being raped.”“The warm reception Kit’s folks gave me made. ”When they got to the living room Rich was sitting in the middle of the couch with nothing on but his black shoes and socks. His ass was perched on the edge of the couch with his thighs spread wide and his 12 inch cock at full mast.Her mouth watered as she looked at the magnificent prick, and she heard Rich say, “God damn, Bob, you wife looks just like a streetwalking bimbo. The bitch could get herself fucked for money, dressed like that.”Hus eyes roved over her body before he told her. In a way, I was excited too. By getting him involved, I saved my ass from the total fuck up and getting money for it is not half bad. “Saturday sounds good. I'll bring her in the morning.” I said. Inside my head I was smiling ear to ear. We finished talking about my sister and other things. John asked me to send him a few pictures of my sister Marissa, just to get him ready. We said goodbye and was soon headed home. On my ride, I was thinking about how to get my sister to agree to fuck a. "Oh mind your own fucking business." My father said loudly. I laughed and we ate our dinners defiantly slowly, my daddy had his hand up and down my leg the whole time.After dinner I couldn't wait to get home, but daddy said we had to stop somewhere first. We parked in the fancy shopping district and I followed him up the street, into Victoria's Secret. A saleswoman came up to us and asked my dad if he was shopping for his wife. "No it's for my son." He said with a smile. The saleswoman frowned.