"Your bust size is 39, that means you're a C cup. 36 C."I guess that was painless. I took this new info with me to Emily.40 minutes later, I had a s...hopping basket full of bras and panties. AsI went to pay, Emily pushed me aside and paid with her credit cardinstead of me."Em! You don't have to pay. These are my clothes." I finally have a younger sister I can go shopping with. I also knowyou're hurting financially. Consider this all early Christmas presents." Thank you," I said wiping a. He left an e-mail and said that if I was serious and wanted to know more then I should contact him. Naturally, I wanted desperately to have my fantasy fuelled with more detail. However, I stopped short of replying. My conscience had got the better of me and though I continued to encourage responses from others, I resolved to leave it there and just keep it as my fantasy. My big mistake though had been to post Jackies pictures – 20 of them and I was soon to be regretting it! Our computer had. "Did I say you could move?" he said, stood before her with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair."I..." she started, but his hand snapped up to stop her. He removed the towel and walked over to the bed, she watched his butt for a bit before turning back to the mirror and continuing to remove the makeup. Fingers entwined themselves in her hair and gripped... "If you have the strength to get up and make yourself look pretty, you can carry on can't you?" he growled in her ear, snapping her. Sunday she would start easy with the hand job and then proceed to the anal fucking from Father Branden – who was forcing himself to abstain from the sin of self-pleasure to ensure he had plenty of spunk for her. Then she could rest; ‘relax’ Clinton had said – relax knowing that nearby your daughter is being forced to do who knows what; and the following evening the oral and then the final glorious vaginal sex would take place. The vaginal fuck had already been booked by Sam McCluskie, who had.