Ignoring her protests, her father gripped the front of her white bra and tore it away, the hooks snapping as the girl struggled. She turned her head ...o the side as he climbed onto the bed, crawling between her legs to position himself above his terrified daughter. Emily squeeled as a large hand grabbed her left breast and twisted, pinching her nipple between thick, calloused fingers. Her father smiled at her. "Lets make this as good as last time" Emily sobbed as her father lowered himself. " He said. "Like you don't want to mess about mucking with the stuff."She nodded. "I suppose it came from my eating and working at the same time." She said. "Another of my bad habits."Oddly enough, he was pleased to know that she had faults, no matter how small they might be.A grin attempted to cross his face as she reached for the fruit bowl on the corner of the table and began using her nails to flay the skin off an orange. Harlen managed to stifle it, though. No point in embarrassing her. "And to think I thought you were transphobic!" giggled Isabel looking atme in my panties and suspender belt. "Come on, take your shirt off, youneed some tits before you put on your bra and slip."Isabel produced a pair of breastforms which she glued to my chest with"it stays" adhesive before I quickly put on my bra and slip."I want to watch my Natasha do her own makeup," Isabel said as I wentover to her dressing table and brought Natasha to life. I began withfake lashes and mascara before. But to be honest I think it is just way too soon to start thinking anything about anything to do with this situation. Like you just said - it hasn’t even been twenty four hours yet since you met these guys. I reckon you should avoid thinking too deeply about it and just let it unfold as it should. When the time comes you will know what the right thing to do is and not before. And right now the right thing to do is to get some sleep. We have another full day ahead of us tomorrow and it will.