I chuckled to myself. Imagine thinking of your fourteen-year-old daughter in those terms!The next couple of weeks were odd ones for me. I would often ...ind Katie looking at me strangely, which would bring a burning sensation to the back of my neck. I didn't know if I'd ever stop being embarrassed at the events of that Friday night.However, if she was "creeped out" by her dirty old dad, she sure didn't act like it. She continued to wear short-shorts, crop tops, and miniskirts around me. She never. We quickly broke the kiss and Tasha put her hands on her hips and glared at her sister.“You shouldn’t spy!”“Mike has to kiss me or I’ll tell Mom!”“«Ты паршивец»”!” Tasha exclaimed.“Well, Mike?” Sasha smirked.I looked over at Tasha who was looking daggers at her sister, and saw her slightly roll her eyes. I took that as instruction and moved over to Sasha. I hugged her and gave her a quick, soft, closed-mouth kiss on the lips. She squeezed me tightly, rubbing her lithe, sexy body against me, but. As well as showing off the head harness, gag and shackles, Liz had also been told to get herself into a maid's uniform and, in some ways, that had been the most humiliating part of the forfeit for Liz.At first Liz had thought she'd be able to get something mail order or off the Internet but Hannah had vetoed the idea. "Oh no!" she'd said. "You can go and buy one over the counter. There's a workwear place downtown that specializes in all that sort of stuff. You make sure that you turn up dressed. I worked my way back around the building. There was a locked back door, leading to a storeroom, but lockpicking wasn't one of my skills. I sat on one of the buttresses that supported the wood slats of the wall. Good construction! These waist high posts every few feet along the wall would support the outward force of the roof. Since designing and building my clock tower, I had started to notice these things. Instead of buttresses, on our clock tower we made the walls at the bottom many times.