"What did you want to tell me?" he asked, walking quickly to the bed and sitting down. He laid his hand gently on a long, stocking-clad leg, stroking ...the muscled calf through the white material."It's a secret," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly. Robert could just make out the white cotton of her schoolgirl panties, a wet spot already forming on the crotch. Her musky odor was thick in the air. "It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone, Daddy." I promise," he said, drawing an "X" on his. My dad instructed me to help her and to have the food later with her.I got up and went behind her to the kitchen. She looked at me naughtily and proceeded to the kitchen. She asked me to get the food ready in the dishes and serve to everyone in the table while she prepares chapatis. I did as instructed and served the food to both and came back to collect chapatis. Since it was quite hot in the summer and the fan was purposely kept off, she was sweating profusely while preparing chapatis. She :. As thescreens activated a soft voice came from the headrest speakers...?Soft hairless skin... Soft hairless skin... Soft hairless skin...??Soft silk lingerie... Soft silk lingerie... Soft silk lingerie...??Make up... Make up.... Make up...?Each phrase repeated softening in to an echo. Subliminal messagesappeared on the screens ?You are a woman?, ?You want to be a woman?,?accept your femininity?, and ?You are a girl?. They flashed as thepictures of beautiful women on the screens changed. This. She was bang on time. The doorbell rang; I checked myself out in the mirror next to the door and then casually opened it. Rachel was wearing a silky pink blouse and smart black jeans. I greeted her with a cheery ‘hello’. As she stepped through the door, she kissed me on the cheek and handed me a bottle of red wine. I looked at the label. ‘I thought as we were eating pasta it needed to be Italian.” she said. “Absolutely,” I agreed. We moved into the lounge and I said, “I have prepared the.