Her dad, Brad had told her the night before by phone that he would be home from his business trip of several days when she got home from school today.... This is the longest they had been apart since the night of the storm had brought them together sexually. She had spent the evening before preparing for his 'Welcome home party'. As she entered the front door, closing and locking it behind her, she called out "Dad". "Here I am sweetie" he replied coming down the stairs wearing a tee. You now what it means to be my sex slave?" I think so; it means that you own me and that I will submit my body to your sexual pleasure, any time you want me to. Right?"Yes, that is true but it also means that you belong to me, like this table lamp for instance. You're my possession; which means that you're are no longer a person with your own free will. Your only purpose in life will be to serve me and cater to my every wish. You will never have sex with anyone else unless I order you to do so,. " But..." But what?" I just can't..." Listen carefully," Janice said, stepping up closer and putting both her arms around me. "Thinking about you wearing women's clothing all day long is making me very horny..."My heart skipped a beat as I heard that. I looked her in the eyes."And you know what that means, don't you?" she continued. "That's right. It means that I get wet ... you know ... down there, between my legs."I unconsciously looked down to her crotch, and began to salivate."I know you. The ads were to push Christmas gift tanning and gym packages. That made the lines longer at the window. Having electronic ID cards helped. Those with memberships could simply slide their card and walk in.The tanning never seemed to slow down; there was always waiting lines. I just assumed it was the winter party season driving it. Marcy changed the hours to 7 AM until 10 PM to try to cut down on the waiting lines. If it didn't slow down after the first of the year we were going to have to order.