I was supposed to be treated like his daughter, not some young slut living with an old man. I stood in front of my reflection, staring at my body. I'd added so much within a few weeks of staying here.

I'd only packed a few clothes and undeas with me because I didn't think I would stay that long. But it was just one week and I was already running out of bras. I had to wear just a shirt and nothing underneath because my undeas were still dripping water in the laundry room.

My nipples were hard under my shirt, piercing like they could burst their way through it....