The more white sluts, the better. What he really didn’t want were his bitches getting pregnant. A pregnant bitch just wasn’t a very good earner. D...ddy was all about the money. Furthermore, after the whelp was born, the bitches became uppity and harder to control. He didn’t need that shit.Daddy also realized that his teenage white sluts were valuable property and that he needed to protect his investment. He sent them to doctors to get checked out. He sent them to dentists to preserve their. I saw a few marks from the rocks still. I snapped a few pics and she lifted her left foot and I had her curl her toes as I snapped a few more. She stretched and dropped her flip flops. As she bent over to pick them back up her right breast almost came completely out of her top. I had an Idea. She didn't realize it was almost exposed, right to the edge of her areola, I said “put the flip flops in your bathing suit top over each breast.” She looked shocked at the request. She said “omg,. She turned toward him and tucked her leg up underneath her which opened her legs up in a V shape. If he looked down he would see it was very clear she had no panties on under those shorts. They continued chatting and drinking the wine. Both were a little tipsy now. The conversation got a little more risqué as they loosened up. Old boyfriends and girlfriends were brought up. Finally April asked Gary who his first time was with. He laughed and said it was during his senior year in high school. I turned around and drove into the yard. As I got closer, the scorched bow revealed the numbers I had seen once before, in Hotham Sound.The tape proved to be police tape and warned off anyone from getting too close. There was no doubt that it was the remains of Captain's Choice. I walked to the yard manager's office and entered."I'm Pat Hamelin," I said to the vaguely familiar older man. "You may remember me from my restoration project five years ago." Nope, sorry, can't say I do," he said.