Walking along the pavement from my hoteltowards the taxi rank, I could hear the click of my heels in time withthe sensation of my nylon-covered thighs...rubbing against each other. Ilove being out in public while in girl mode. No one batted an eyelid; Iwas just another female going about her daily routine. As far as anyonewas concerned, I was one of the countless business women in theirclassy skirts, smooth feminine legs and heels on their way to yetanother boring meeting with investors or. ."My thoughts mimicked Billy's words as the two girls giggled and ran up to where Julie stood. Along with Julie, they held up there signs. The combined message read, "SUPPORT THE WHITE PRAIRIE CHEERLEADERS, CAR WASH TODAY, $5." I looked up at Billy and he looked back at me stunned. "You about taking a ten minute break to come get my car washed?" Hell yes I am." Gravy.Let me tell you a few things about the man named Billy Coffin. First of all, everyone calls him "Juice," and I've always been. That didn't mean the end of it though, she had produced another cinch and passed it over my left breast. Again she spun it up with her other hand and I felt it squeeze tight before she popped the other end of the loop over my right breast, when she released the end the tightness balanced out and it felt incredible. the knot around my breasts pulled them together and plumped them up into two high artificial mounds, like porn star silicon breasts. Jenny slid off me a little and I felt her move to. “Sorry, Daddy,” the girl chatters. “I just wanted to see what you were doing.”“I thought we promised that I would do this myself from now on,” he says.“I know,” she answers sweetly, her mouth and pussy watering. “But if you want me to do it for you just once more, I don’t think I’d mind.” And before waiting for an answer, Candace removes her father’s grip from the steely rod and replaces it with her own.“Oh shit,” he sighs heavily. “Okay, but this has to be the last time.”“Sure, Daddy,” the.