Dad's hands still lingered on my back, running circles around the place where my clasp had been. As my indifference drew on, Dad moved his hand slowly...upwards, until it was resting on the left shoulder-strap of the bra. It remained there for what seemed like an eternity.Instinctively, I knew it was now upto me to continue the slow - was it a seduction? I raised my right palm and placed it over his hand, and gently, almost imperceptibly, pulled it to the left. My hand rested on his for some more. I hope that's okay." Oh, that's more than I expected. Thank you," she said, displaying a generous smile.Showing her a mug of coffee, she nodded as she drank some juice. I pulled the breakfast plates, already loaded with food, out of the oven and placed them on the counter for us."There's syrup and butter for the pancakes, and jam for the toast if you like," I said as I seated myself."Oh no, this is great. Just some syrup, please."Within five minutes I knew she'd come with an appetite and had. She then modestly let it slip down her arms and fall on her suit pants. After a moment's confused hesitation, she slipped her fingers into her now damp panties and dropped them to her feet. She stood before these two men who would control her life in conservative black pumps with modest 2-inch heels."Turn around and come here and kneel before me," commanded Bill.She slowly walked up the stage to where Bill was standing and sank to her knees."Remove my pants and shoes." Why?"Paul walked to her. Christ it was 3:47 in the morning. And now it’s Sunday morning…fuck. As the bus pulled around to where it was designated to stop I looked around to see if I could see my car at all. I’m hoping if Moira didn’t remember to pick me up she would be kind enough to leave me my car so I could get home. I looked and I looked around. Couldn’t find my car in the main parking area to be found. “Alright boys. Enjoy what is left of your weekend. And remember there’s no school Monday so you all get an.