I knew I had no authority but still had to try. “That skirt’s a bit short,” I said.Jemima nodded. “Yeah, dad, I know.”Emotions swirled insid... me. I was torn by what I saw as paternal responsibility to take of my daughter and the pride I felt because of her beauty. Plus, while I tried to deny it, there was also a prickle of something dark and clandestine, a nasty little snicker at the back of my mind.“Sorry,” I said. “I’m just old-fashioned.”Jemima’s expression softened. She lost the ferocious. The soft suede of my shoes brushing against your cheek as you nuzzle up against them. You kiss frantically over them as you remove my shoes and toss them to the side. Repositioning until I sitting between your legs I bring one foot down over your raging cock and one up over your chest just out of reach of your lips. I begin to massage you slow and hard as you grab hold of my other foot rubbing your hands up and down the sole as I feel you start to ooze out tiny dribbles underneath my toes.. Then without wasting time i started playing with her Boobs over Bra. Then i opened her Bra hook. Ohhh My God….. What was the look. My dream came true. Two big rounds boobs of my s*s**r. I was totally mad to see those big Mangoes. Then i came on to her and started playing with her two big boobs with my two hands. I was pressing very hardly. She was also moaning very loudly. She was moaning like Ahhhhh Uhhhhh Please chood do mujhe, Plz leave me, i am your s*s**r Raj… Ahhhh Ahhhh Plz leave me. I. She was a luxury, one the pimp saw as irreplaceable. But such a position comes at a price. Bottom girls were in charge of recruiting and training new girls. They helped brainwash girls into believing that the life on the street was a fabulous one. Angel had personal morals. She would never lie to a girl and tell her this life was easy, safe, and better than where the girl came from. She would never recruit another girl. Never would she put another girl in her shoes. She could never wish that.