‘And you’d…?’His eyes glittered with dark appetite. ‘Please go.’Gemma backed away, towards the door, but she hesitated, and in a rush, eve...ything came back to her - Rob, work, money. For a few brief moments, she’d been able to forget, but as soon as she stepped out of that door it would all be real again. She burned to feel something other than the crushing weight of normality, the uncontrollable tide that threatened to carry her away if she ever stopped swimming for a single moment. She didn’t. His right hand came to flick the left half of her blouse back.His left arm pulled her up for another kiss and his right hand slid under the cloth of the blouse to stroke her back. He let her back down after what seemed like five minutes.She used front-catch bras, because her breasts were so large that it was too hard to pull straps together behind her back. His fingers went to the catch and drifted there, almost as if they were exploring. She felt a finger stroke the exposed skin of her. "Have a nice day Andrea?" "It was terrible! Nobody talks to me and everybody stares or laughs at me! I hate it!" In very stern, father like tones, he said, "You might as well get used to it. Until you pay off your debt, you will dress as a girl, and if you continue to complain about it, I'm sure that your mother and I can find a way to make you not only dress this way, but look a lot worse. You will do as you are told until your debt is paid. Clear?" By the tone in his voice, dad only wanted. Tarasov dipped his manky foot into the porridge and began stirring itround and round. Once he was sure the cum and porridge was nicelyblended, he lifted the oat-coated appendage to the level of Skye'smouth. "I grew up in a part of Russia where people struggle to feedtheir families, slut. I hate to see good food go to waste. Open wide!"Skye opened wide, but to offer her protestations. Before any words cameout, the foot went in."Urrrrrrrggmmmm" groaned Skye as she sucked the pungent gunk.