"I'm not stupid, Joanne. Idon't know a lot, but I think I know what Daddy wants from you. Tammyand I talk a lot about stuff. No! I didn't tell her ...bout you andDaddy!" she said, probably in response to the alarmed look on my face.She wasn't smiling, though. "People are talking about you, even in myclass. Sorry big sister! They can be mean sometimes, can't they?Anyway, Tammy knows a lot about sex. Her daddy likes her; just the wayI know Daddy wants to like you. She's told me all about. I was moaning as I felt the heat in my pussy and my wetness..He reached around and undid the rest of my shirt buttons but left my shirt on. My bra-clad tits were free. He lifted the back if my shirt and undid the bra clasp and reaching around lifted the cups off my tits, giving him full access. He was cupping my tits in his hands and pinching my hard nipples, sending shocks directly to my pussy making that heat level rise more and my pussy drip into my panties. I was panting heavily but he was. "And I out bid you and I want your whore."Now that was a little too much for the auctioneer, who finally decided he better end the bidding on Angel's box before things got out of hand. So he yelled, "Sold to Rupe Morgan!"I swaggered up and placed all ten of the hundred dollar bills in his hand. "It's going for a good cause, so I'll just make it a thousand dollars even. The high school football team can use this and a lot more." There was dead silence in the dance hall as I led Angel over to one. Additionally, these mistakes made our drivers look bad, and kept them from soliciting new business. When mistakes occurred, they had to spend their time trying to sooth the customers who were adversely affected by the screw ups in their orders.It was my opinion that Roy should have been out on the loading docks, making certain that the orders pulled were being loaded on the correct trucks, and that what was pulled was what had been ordered. My father hadn't said anything about that part of it,.