Transfixed by her youthful beauty.Growing impatient, Julie grabbed her father's hand."Feel me Daddy!... Feel how hot I am for you!", she husked, shovi...g his hand between her smooth young thighs.With a moan, the girl pressed her father's big, sweaty palm tightly against her eager young snatch. Dave gasped at the contact, feeling the wetness of his daughter's hot little cunt through the sheer fabric of her panties."Oh, shit!", breathed Dave."No, Daddy!", Julie giggled, and dropped her small hand. Any woman who wore this outfit was screaming "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME" without saying a single word.Next he looked at a purple outfit that was a bra that held up the breasts, but didn't cover them at all. The panties that went with this thing were crotchless.There were more like this, about six or seven outfits in all, and all of them made to advertise a woman's wares and cause a man to shoot in his pants. The aggregate message they sent was "I want to get pregnant, and I need some help. "Emily gave him a pleased look, sipping her vodka. "Have you heard about my new film?" Oh yeah," he nodded. "Can't hardly wait. Wolf Man. A-wooo, Werewolves of London, draw blood!" He chuckled when they gave his singing voice bad looks. "I doubt it's gonna be as hot as movies where the girl's the werewolf, but..."Emily interrupted him with a grimace. "I was thinking of Young Victoria." Oh," Doug replied, coughing. "Uh, I'm sure that will be great too." The manager's expression changed as Anne. The dashing young elf general, still calling futilely to his troops, suddenly found himself in shadow. He knew, before he looked -- this must be Raia; she was after him. He turned and saw the killer, towering over him: seven feet tall, hulking, comprehensively armored, striking red hair cut short. Her face was freckled, open, almost adolescent; but her manic grin left no doubt about her dangerous intent.Seeing his expression, she laughed. "You're scared, Dagnir!"When he said nothing, she threw.