“I know you liked her dressing up for you,” she said, her voice no longer a girls but the soft purr of a wanton whore. “I’ve seen these.”I ...ooked on the table. Our pictures. Photos of our most intimate sex sessions.“And I found the other, more special toys too,” she said undulating towards me. “All those very special toys. Now what do you say - DADDY!”I said nothing but placed all my kit down, went to her and lifted her to sit on the table. As I pushed her back onto it with one hand I was. Milks. I fix my hair, running my fingers through the strands until there is no knots and my hair looks soft and clean (which it is), and then I stand to my side, looking at my body from side- view. My ass is pretty curved, looks sexy and my stomach is flat and strong. I smile to myself and walk out of the bathrooms to the library. "You're beautiful and pretty. Don't doubt that. He will love you. But... there is a slight chance of him not really caring with him being marries and all... but don't. 'If only that skirt was shorter,' he thought to himself. He looked up and saw that the skirt had climbed well up her leg, and itwas now a miniskirt. The girl tried to shift her legs, and she shouted,"Oh, my God." The girl's shrill voice filled the shop. Chris hurriedly imagined thather voice was softer, and then it suddenly was. He closed his eyes andimagined that her breasts were two cups sizes larger. He opened his eyesand said, "Wow." "Ahh," she screamed in shock as her eyes caught her new. This was raw work, nothing fancy. I measured what sizes I would need and set up the beams so I could cut them with the gas torch. I laid everything out in the manner I wanted it be then using the wire feed arc, welded the pieces together. Once they were all put together, I got Tom and Al to help me stand the rack up and move it to the wall. The rack was heavy and stable enough to not move but I still welded it to the two beams holding up the building at that location.While I was doing the rack.