"Next time I see you, don't wear any underwear!" It was an order. "Do you understand?"It seemed like a long time before she nodded yes. Then quickly d...parted my office. I wished I could have seen her face, to read what was on her mind. I knew I wouldn't ask Chris about her, since it was her sister-in-law, and would contemplate the strange emotions that Tami had displayed.To be truthful I had been getting more brazen, more sure of myself in my encounters with pretty woman. I was always polite. " Before they come we need to give you an enema, and a douche, then we need to make sure you're nice and wet, ready for whatever they need, do you understand?" Yes SIR." Right when they arrive, you will greet them naked and you will allow them to touch, and use you in any way you see fit. This will please me, is that clear?" Yes SIR" i knew i hadn't got to mess this up."If they are dissatisfied then you will be punished very harshly, clear?" Crystal SIR" Then let us begin our work!"The next two. Then shortly before Becca's eighteenth birthday they won a competition at Huddersfield and had their pictures in the paper. Then they won again at York.As they were leaving the ballroom many people congratulated them. A woman pushed her way through to them. "Hello," she said smilingly. "My name's Rita Pinkley. I was watching you this evening and when you won at Huddersfield. I work for Brain Brothers, the clothing manufacturers, at Huddersfield. Have either of you ever considered modelling. Pretty pleaaaase. I need the money! Dad says he won't pay for my college.” The sound of her voice and her begging tone rang some sort of bell, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. “I have to report this, Layla. You know that.” Finally, a portrait shot of her face and her puppy dog eyes as she begged some more: “Please don't tell on me. I beg you. I'll do whatever you want.” I had to gulp down a huge lump in my throat. That girl was no other than my own flesh and blood; my own little.