Small enough in the back to see the bottom of her ass. Along with a pair of white 6inch stiletto heels. I put a matching black outfit next to the whit...e one. Along with some 6inch black heels with a silver tip on the ends. I put some long black gloves for her to wear. They fitted up and over her elbow. I even put out a gold belly chain for her to wear. I laid out some different perfumes and sexy makeup. I even had some nail polish for her to try. I went back upstairs to wait. Right before 8pm I. I was broke, but if I’d had any money I’d have put it all on her being divorced, probably twice over, with three kids, all from the first disaster - which would have been a five-year stretch to a guy she’d known in high school who wore white sleeveless vests around the house, held down a blue-collar job, drank heavily due to his unhappiness, and had started beating her for it about eight months in. The second one she’d believed was different, but she’d held back on any kids with him, just in. Dad’s journal. Where he had listed every fuckin’ red cent he had laundered, every ounce of cocaine he had held, and every person that he knew had been killed by that mafia connection. But, not the man’s name. And no amount of interrogation could get it out of him. And he told them his journal was simply a fiction story he was working on. That he hoped to become a writer. And they could not find a single shred of proof that it wasn’t. So they charged Dad with money laundering and tax evasion for. ..?’ He asked expectantly. I just closed my eyes. I had no idea what he wanted from me. Instead I marveled in the pleasure and arousal that spread through my body. My pussy spasmed on the inside and involuntarily my hips were rocking. Suddenly his fingers disappeared. ‘It’s about making your master feel good.’ he said. ‘You’ll feel good if you serve your master, you’ll get rewarded if you’re a good girl.’ ‘Whatever.’ I said. He slapped me in my face and startled I opened my eyes..