On a few occasions, she travelled through the house cleaning wearing nothing more than her bra and panties, dancing around to music while she worked i...n a horribly predictable cliché. By the end of the day, she regularly found her panties soaked through, and redoubled her efforts to get Pete into the mood when he came home from work. For a few weeks, things seemed to get better, as she threw herself at Pete the minute he walked through the door. Before too long, however, he found excuses not to. What is it? 8 or 9 inches?” I didn’t know what the hell to do.Rick told me, “yo brad, I hate to break this to you like this but you can’t be up and ready in these shoots. You have to be soft.”Rochelle turned to Rick, “don’t worry about him, I’ll handle it. Just don’t get nervous brad. I’ll help you out with that thing.”Rochelle grabbed a background cover and tore a large piece from it. Then she walked over to me and said, “Let me see what you got here, brad. Hmmm, one day you’re going to make. I suspected that he was dying of stomach cancer, based on all of the stomach pain that he had experienced for the past year. Well, we held a traditional funeral for him and even the population of Oricantha came. The most startling thing of all was that Imhab also showed up, carried in a special palanquin. Contrary to the usual practice at the time, the Olgars practiced cremation, and Umgallah's funeral pyre was truly a sight to behold. The feast following the funeral lasted almost to sunrise,. I secured the ends with more purple hair bands and checked my reflection once more in the mirror. My hair was in perfect order and hung to my waist, the long braids covering my nipples. Turning towards the bathroom I caught a glimpse of the perfect handprint Daddy had left on my still stinging ass.I had already broken a rule and nothing made me happier than making Daddy happy. I walked into the bathroom and stood facing the shower curtain. The steam and the smell of Irish Spring soap poured.