He put their names down on his master list and told them to go to room one-eighteen in King Hall. In that room they found three other people, who they...assumed were from the drama school. They were shown costumes and wigs. One of the three helping in the room showed them what they would do with makeup and how no one would recognize them once they were in costume. Both Amy and Beth were blonds with pale skin. Natural blonds who both burned if they stayed out in the sun for over an hour. Both. She wore a jeans pants and a tight tops through which her nipples surface can be clearly seen. I thought that is not appropriate dress for her to wear especially when we are visiting clients. The same I told her and she felt a bit disappointed. Since there was not enough time, we went to the nearest mall and bought some formals to her in which she looked pretty dignified. The bill was almost Rs.20,000/- She was surprised and looked at me Sir, “how I am going to repay it”. I simply said, it is. “And how exactly do you train to become a slut then?” he pressed, still grinning, thinking this was all some sort of elaborate joke.“That’s all about practice. But there’s more to it than just practice. I need discipline and your father is using it to ensure I stay focused on my purpose. It’s harder than I thought it would be and I’m naked on my knees in front of my own kids to show you that I mean what I’m saying. You would never have believed me if I’d sat wearing clothes at the dining table. .I don't know...in charge, I guess. He only thinks I'm at his mercy, but I know it's the other way around. And that's what turns me on the most.Millimeters above the textured bedspread, my slit is throbbing. Before I can reach for it, he drops to his elbows and cups my tits in both hands again, blocking access."You like being my dirty girl, don't you?" his voice rumbles in my ear.I think of Marla. An idea blooms. I'll tell the horny jock about it when the time is right.Desperately I lunge my.