I decide to go back to Brad’s office to take a look and see what they were doing. I pulled the blinds up a couple of inches. I had notice when we we...e taking the tour through the shop that there were mirrors on the office wall, looking at the office from the shop. That lead me to believe that Brad had installed two-way mirrors. That meant I could see them but they could not see me. I notice a speaker so I turned it on, I could here everything that they were talking about.Brad was looking at. And then there is the spunky heroine whose motto is she can do anything, and spends a part of most episodes in bondage. She is so competitive she has to take any challenge, ‟Hey, Kim,” Bonnie sneered, ‟I can give more guys anal in an hour than you can.” Kim responded, ‟No you can't!”Kim and the other girls/women of the show star in many, many fanfictions and Rule 34 art works. It is a show that provides opening for any kind of fetish you might desire.Disclaimer:The setting is public, anyone can. I had spent the rest of the night in a new bubble room, this one suspended over dense foliage on the land side of the tree. I did not watch the Death Match as planned or did much in the way of relaxing. I had slept on the floor of the bathroom. Just in case the one-way transparency of the walls could be ignored by a sophisticated targeting sensor of a sniper. From the bathroom floor, I also had a good view of the entrance door and kept an eye on it. I did eat the nuts and the pretzels but of. “Dad!” you exclaim, pushing my hand away. “Stop it.”My hands are at your side, trapping you between me and the counter. “What? You know you liked it. Why else would you dress like that for me, honey?”“It’s my uniform!”Smiling as I move up along the sides of your waist, sliding my hands under your top. “Mmm… yes it is…” My hands cup your breasts through your bra, squeezing them gently.“Daddy! Stop!” you squirm, trying to get away from me.Pressing you against the counter as one hand continues to.