One was directly across my labia. And another. And another.I grunted.“Oh, look, John,” she said to my trussed father. “The little slut likes ...it!”And to my surprise, I knew she was right. I loved it!She walked round to the front of the chair and I was faced with her groin. The leather crotchless briefs concealed little as she stood with legs wide apart. She moved forward and grabbed my hair and pulled my head into a position where I could see up to her face.“You are a little whore, aren’t. ’ I gasp in silence. What? What is he doing now? Chloe hesitated for a second, but not for long. She starts to move her hands around her waist to pull up her white tank top. ‘Wait, leave the shirt on. Just take off the bra.’ After Chloe removes her bra, he sticks his right hand inside her shirt, while standing at her back. I can see him rubbing her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Chloe shuts her eyes tightly to endure the discomfort and shame. Then he pulls down the front of her shirts,. Laughing, I took my freezing hands and cupped the warmth of her cheeks. She gave a shrill, high shriek, and pulled away. “Your hands are dead!” she cried at me, holding them tight in her slightly warmer ones. She held my hands over the stove and we both tried to regain some kind of feeling, rubbing each other’s fingertips and breathing fruitlessly on the stinging skin. “If I’m sleeping with you, tonight, mister, you’d better warm those hands up! They’re not getting in my knickers in that. Brad was standing at the bar drinking a beer, but Ashley's heart jumped when she saw him talking to a blonde with a plunging neckline and a body that had curves on top of curves. He was a sexy, attractive man, the kind women couldn't resist, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that a female would have come over and started flirting with him as soon as Ashley left.She wasn't going to let that continue, however. She marched over to the bar, gave the blonde an icy look, grabbed Brad's hand and.