This year, she put her foot down and forced her mother to make her dadtake her with him. The two needed to get together and talk, if theywere really s... different now then they had to have proof and not whatwas whispered in their ears by others. Mom was smart, he couldn't backdown from the challenge.The drive was long and boring but it even more torture for dad. Helooked over and couldn't help but see that his daughter wasn't likingthat he wasn't acting like the dad she knew. It was tearing him. ?Just the shirt!?? Carol?s eyes showed that she knew what shewas in for, but I doubted it.? Carol putthe shirt on and I told her to leave the top four buttons undone, showing agreat deal of cleavage.? And every nowand then, her bald pussy would peek out as would her very red ass.? We had to ride the elevator down 14 floors and walk outthrough the lobby.? Carol?s face was asred as a beet.? It was obvious to anyonewho even glanced at Carol that she was wearing nothing beneath the shirt.? She was. When I came out 10 minutes later, Tripti was standing in her bra and petticoat. Her saree shed on the sofa. More than half of her precious hair was cut off. Her eyeliner was rubbed to the side, and she was taking deep breaths.She explained that she’d sent her hair to an Adult toy store to make a custom whip. I asked, “Baby, wig or whip?” She confirmed it’s a whip. Anyway, the deed was done, so I gave up questioning. “Oh, this is new,” she said, opening her petticoat. She had a 4-inch long. " she said, looking as if she'd rather be doing something else right now."Okay then. Why don't you tell me why I'm talking to myself right now." Hum, well, let's see. Do you still remember Mother saying something about she'd rather not activate a boy because he will end up developing multiple personalities?" I vaguely remember that, but yes." Well, voila!" she said as she opened her arms."What? You want me to hug you now?"She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I can't believe I could be attached to.