I can’t imagine what would happen if our dad found out. We’d probably be out on the streets before I could say ‘daddy why don’t you join us?�... “Me too, little sis.” Cassie is always calling me the little sister, even though she’s only 3 minutes older than me. “Now let’s see what you have on under here…” She’s in between my legs, sliding my shorts off. “Ahh, lacy panties? Mmm Cassie likes.” She licks her lips and slides my panties off. She runs her index finger over my already wet slit. “Well. You never had the courage to act out your fetish cause you feared that Cameron would tell anyone and with the word spread you must fear to lose your business and your business is all about power and control. They would stop respecting you.So you stand alone on the street in the dark of the night and all over are drunk people heading home. Sexually frustated. What a bullshit you think and walk down the streets. How can you be that rich and powerful yet don't get what you want. You turn into an. A ladies soap, lathering generously in her hands with soft, creamy suds. Michele took it and lathered up the washcloth. She soaped herself down, not feeling her usual ferocity when showering. Her strokes were slow, leisurely, the suds downy on her skin. This is nice, being here. Everything one could need, everything in its place. Comfortable.And Gene. He was so – perfect – gorgeous. She formed a picture of him in her mind. Broad furry chest, perfect for running fingers through. Large gentle. When she reached the far end ofthe pavement she stopped, turned around, and started across at another angle.This time she was further away. On the fifth leg of her search pattern he could see she was headed directlyfor the truck. He backed away so she could find the driver side door. As heexpected, when she ran into the pickup she stopped, turned around so she couldtouch the side with her hands, and then worked her way around to the door bytouch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the.