“I can hardly believe that you’re already showing pictures to be seen and possibly sold,” my little sister said.“Well, you and Jugs inspire me... to do great things,” I responded with a kiss. “The first couple of showings will draw people who knew Dad – my artwork needs to stand on its own, eventually, but from what Pat Lovell said – I could make a nice payday out of this, and help both of you out as well.”“I’m staying home, kids – you two have fun and I’ll help you count the money when you get. He shaped me so subtly, leaving my will intact.But something more seeped into my soul.I seemed... better...I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most was my own mind. Did I really want Tattoo? Or did he have enough hold to keep me his, even splintered from whatever that thing was...Could I even be. That caused us to have leftovers, we took back to our respective rooms.I quickly took a change of clothing to the bathroom, came out in t-shirt and sweatpants, with boxers underneath, with Diana and I kissing as she walked in to change.She came out in one of my T-shirts, and possibly panties on underneath, and Faith walked in, and very quickly, came out in my old basketball uniform shirt number 55.I was a four-year starter at West High School as the shooting guard, but being only five feet. Like what I asked, she began to list out all the the things she wanted me to do to her.First I want you to fuck my throat while you whip my little cunt, then I want you to stick your base ball bat in me and listen to me scream I want to cry for your pleasure Daddy. Then I want you to use my ass hole as hard as you can and then beat my ass untill its bright red for your plesure Daddy. I said no..... I can't hurt you the way you want me to. Then she went ballistic. She took the full force of her.