.Tucker."The Mistress nodded. "Sheila Tucker. That's my name, according toAlan. Ole' Miss Sheila Tucker." She paused and just sat there, lookingat...me. "Do you want to know... a little secret, Natsuko?"She put her legs down and leaned forward. I leaned forward."I'm not Sheila Tucker!" she whispered, then cackled lowly, so it wasalmost a breath."You're not?!"She took a deep, sharp breath. "No! Sheila Tucker died eight yearsago!" She spread her arms wide. "I'm her apprentice!" What. Robert and Deborah I have not seen them for many years as I was living in Scotland and this was taking place in the Midlands . The funeral was short and sweet Barbara and her two c***dren Where very emotional .We stood apart as we was instructed to buy the funeral Director . Robert and Debra said they had to go home and could I give Barbara a lift home I said yes no problem so Barbara said her goodbyes to Robert and Deborah telling them to stay safe during this terrible time . As we walk to the. As I worked on the buttons, his hands came around and slid into the back of my panties. My ass cheeks were warm from sleep, his hand wet and cold. I wanted to cry. Fortunately, he had to remove them from my ass in order for me to pull his wife beater undershirt off over his head. But when it was off, his hands came down and began to mash my tits."Get up," I said. I had to kneel again to open his belt and zipper. My hands began to pull them down when I decided there was no sense in prolonging. Both my brother and I were close to each other from our childhood, so we didn’t feel it awkward to discuss these things. He also told me to obey all the instructions from the photographer and the clients as they deal in a professional level. When he was about to leave he told me that the money involved in modelling industry was a huge and if I could get into the industry I could make a huge sum of money with every work I get.All the lights in my room were out and I was laying in my bed thinking.