Until I return you to your father you follow my orders. You're here to be trained. My responsibility is to turn you into the perfect slut. If you want... to continue begging for mercy, that's fine with me. Listening to you is giving me a hard on. But you aren't finished stripping yet. I highly recommend that you continue to obey my last order."Except for her pitiful sobbing she was silent then. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her conservative panties and slowly started sliding them. No Venus de Milo here! She was the full package. Carol was the real deal! He had to say something! He was speechless! All he could get out was a stupid lame comment. ‘Are you ready? There’s some place I’d like to go.’ Shit! He wanted to kick himself in the ass! Here he was in the presence of perfection, and that was all he could get out. What a fool he was. Carol was flustered. She knew she looked good. She was hoping for a little more than, are you ready? She responded. ‘I’m ready. Where are. I believe they are called Wicked Temptations."Now she was really concerned. She said, "Are you certain that something like that would be appropriate for girls your age?" She had turned to the girls as she addressed my request. They all nodded confidently. I guess Adele and my sisters looked enough at ease and seemed determined to impress her. She shrugged and indicated that we should follow her.The girls moved ahead together as the Haskins boys and I followed slowly. We could not help but. She raised her feet and planted them on the table, and as I turned toward her I could see that the blanket blocked Dad's view of me. I reached up under the blanket and ran my hand up the underside of her closed thighs a few times, and then pulled her legs apart. Then I sat back and started to watch the show, stroking my right hand up the inside of her left leg, crossing at the knee, and then down the inside of her right leg, then returning to repeat the whole process. At some point, not on.