“Do you know who this person is, Sarah?” Claire asked me.“No, Ma’am,” I replied.“Take a look,” Claire said and removed the cloth from hi... face.I received a shock of my life. He was none other than my own father, covered in his own daughter’s cum/pee.“What the fuck,” I gasped and look straight in his eyes. He looked at me with a glare and I could see his anger and hatred towards me. I understood that nothing had changed even now after all these years. He had completely disowned me.“Trudy hired. .I was surprised, it was someone else and there was a guy there probably in his late forties standing there. THe door shut on its own and we both stood glued to the spot and surprised as hell. I was scared stiff and he was about to say something and stopped when he realised I am a guy. He had a bag with him and finally after a min he said ' I have come from the XX store to deliver the blouse for madam ' .... ' Thank you ' was all I managed to say, my throat was dry. I took a sip of water and. "Thank you!" I said.I drank the warm creamy coffee, obviously made with warm milk, hence the time it took to make. You know, a bit like your aunty would make you when you were a k**! I put the cup down and walked out to the dressing room. Outside the dressing rooms was a rail with some dresses on - one dress really stood out - clearly something a bride would wear in the evening - it was powder blue, heavy liquid, satin material, long sleeves, the dress was just down below the knee - it was. " you think to yourself as she bends down to get the equipment out of a drawer. She's dressed conservativly, but not so much as you can't make out her gorgeous frame. She has on a snug olive green skirt that stops just over her knees and accentuates her soft, round ass beautifully, and a white blouse that hugs her bosom is tucked into her skirt."Could you take off your shirt for me?" she asks innocently as she turns around. You unbutton your shirt and remove it and she rolls up the sleeve of.