“Why don’t you open the door?” she asked, not intending it to be a question. And so I found myself quite self-conscious about my appearance, ope...ing the door and standing in front of two girls our age, both dressed as casual as Anne was, and immediately feeling even more nervous about myself. “Uhm, hello,” I stammered, my heart thumping, rooted to the spot and feeling a bit faint. One of them was Jackie, whom I shared a few classes with, and who had made those into a bit of a competition and. "The blues can be worth 10 each then. 20 for your underwear, and 20 each for my bra and panties."I protested. "Hey, wait a second, you've got more chips than me! That's not fair." Well, it's not my fault you don't have an undershirt on. Besides, I know you want to see me take my shirt off, and you said that 10 is a fair price for that. Isn't seeing me take my bra off twice as valuable as seeing me take my shirt off?" More like 5 times." I grumbled."Ok, my bra's worth 50 then." Samantha smiled. I watched for a few minutes, it was amazing. They were doing it in a different position than Hema’s parents, but they were doing it. I looked at my father. In the glow of the Tv I could see his hand on his penis. I quietly went to the kitchen and drank and went back to bed, feeling something funny between my legs. I touched my clit and it felt better and I slept. Papa kept touching me, and sometimes he would also push my nightshirt up to see my breasts. I could sometimes feel him rubbing his. * * *I woke up the next morning due to a funny sensation in my groin. I tried to sit up but my hands were tied down to the bed, keeping me flat on my back. Tim was shaving my groin of all of its hair. When he finished, he wiped me off and said we?ll shave the rest later. Tim then straddled my face and shoved his dick into my mouth. He fucked my face for a good fifteen minutes before squirting his juices into my throat. I cleaned of the lovely cock before its owner left the room with me still.