His head was bent with his chin touchinghis chest, the tips of his toes were just sticking over the bottom edge, andhis arms were pressed against the ...ack wall. ?Great, now hold that pose aminute,? she said as she again disappeared from his sight. The noise beganagain and the helpless boy felt himself being constricted even further into hisnew prison. His wrists were now moving upward along the box and his back. Theydidn?t stop until his elbows hit the sides of the box. His legs were. When is she coming home? Phoebe asked, her hands gliding over his chest. I dont know, he said, his hands closing firmly over her tiny waist. It doesnt matter. He lifted her onto the counter and slid his hands under her shirt pushing it up. Phoebe grasped the hem and pulled the shirt off over her head. Jake pressed her knees apart to stand between her thighs, his hands cupping her round breasts. She leaned back on her arms as her dad pushed her tits together and lowered his head to lick one. He grabbed her wrist."You don't know what you're doing," he gasped."That's what you said when you were sure I'd get all grossed out by your scars," she said, pushing against his hand. She could feel his tenseness, though. She stopped teasing him and pulled her hand free. "Which, I might add, I was not."She sat up. He lay beside her almost panting. She looked at the front of his outrageous boxer shorts."Oh come on. Pleeeease? Can't I see it just for a second?"His hands covered the front of his. " What, dressed as we are?" asked Martha, "Or stripped as we are in the evenings?" Please yourselves," the man said, "But you won't attract much custom dressed like that!" Who are you, and why are we doing this for you?" ventured Martha."Never mind who I am or why, just do it!"He seemed so much in authority that most of the girls started to strip, but Martha stopped them with a gesture."Why should we give you a free show? Can't you afford to pay somewhere else, or is this just so that we can be.