The man stood at the door watching the crowd in the mall. It was just past 1:30 and this was about as busy as he expected to see things today. Having already helped nine very satisfied customers, he felt this day could only get better, especially as he watched the distant food court and noticed several forms heading toward his desolate corner of the complex.
“I want some new shoes daddy.” Cathy insistently said.
“Me too, I want very expensive shoes.” came the voice of her twin sister Cammie.
“Well okay girls. Why don’t we head back this way. I think a new shoe store was opening today and I’m sure they have something special for my little sweethearts.” Gerald said, quick to bow to the whims of his daughters.
“Geez dad, why do you let them boss you around?” said Jimmy, his young son.
Gerald looked from his twin girls to his son tailing behind the three of them. He understood the feelings Jimmy had. Jimmy was the youngest at fifteen and had a very hard time living in a house with two teenage girls. He was sure Jimmy felt picked on and left out but that was simply not true. He tried to give Jimmy everything he wanted but somehow his daughters had a special control over their dear old dad. He just wanted to make sure they grew up strong, with a clear vision of what they were, independent, intelligent women. Sure the girls were just seventeen but they would be going away in a year or two and then they needed to be prepared for the world. Besides, Gerald thought, arguing with the girls was never easy. They put on the charm and their lovely smiles and he gave in every time.
“Jimmy” he said as they left the food court. “I tell you what, I’ll get you whatever shoes you want. How about that?”
“Whatever.” Jimmy responded, Cammie giving him a smug look. He just stuck his tongue out and rolled his eyes.
The man watched the approaching family. Wonderful, he thought smiling, more opportunities to help loving families. It’s so rewarding knowing you’ve helped a family become closer and that is just what this group needs. Clearly the father is having some issues being the parent and obviously the young son needs some self-esteem and possibly a little push towards being able to speak his mind especially to his older sisters.
“Oh daddy, this looks like a delightful little shop.” Cathy said taking her father by the arm as they walked in the door.
“Hello folks. Come on in, I’m happy to see you’ve decided to visit my store. Please let me know if you need anything.” The man said warmly as Gerald and Cathy went onto the main floor where the tables and shoe displays were. Cammie and Jimmy followed closely.
As the girls began wandering the store, Gerald looked to Jimmy and then approached the man. “Excuse me sir, I’m Gerald, that’s my son Jimmy. I want to make sure he finds something special. Do you think you could help him out?”
The man looked at Jimmy and the kid sighed and went back to watching his sisters search the store. “Why of course sir. I’m here to serve. You should have a look around yourself as well, we have plenty of wonderful men’s shoes and I must say since you are my first family of four to come in today. I offer a family discount, 20% off your entire purchase.”
Gerald actually smiled. That was nice news, he thought, recalling how his daughters seemed specifically drawn to expensive brands. “Well, I guess I could see what you have. Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” the man said turning to Jimmy. “Now as for you young man. I think we might have something for you right over here.”
Jimmy was genuinely interested, especially since this was such a rare occasion, him actually getting something as opposed to watching his sisters get everything they desired. Following the older man, he walked down a nearby aisle and turned the corner to a previously unseen part of the store. This small room had a wide variety of children’s shoes. But these were all very cool looking, Jimmy thought. Every pair looked different. There were boots with stainless steel accents that looked as if they came right out of the future and sneakers with laces along the side leaving the front free for what appeared to be storage pockets. He’d never seen shoes like these.
“It appears you already see some you like. Please take a look around and see if you find any you want to try on.” the man said patting Jimmy on the shoulder.
Gerald watched his young son, pleased that he was no longer sulking. In the background he heard his daughters complaining to each other about not finding what they wanted. He was about to head over and see what they were having problems with when the man approached him catching his eye. “Sir, why don’t you let the kids look around while I point out some shoes I believe you may want.”
He didn’t want to be rude so Gerald temporarily put his daughters out of mind and followed as the man led him back to the aisle right next to the register.
The man stopped and turned greeting Gerald face to face again with a pleasant wave of his hand. “I had an idea when you walked in that something like this would serve you well sir.”
Gerald looked over the line of shoes the man referred to. They were all very dark and rugged work boots. They had steel toes and appeared like something a construction worker might wear more than a computer programmer like himself. He was confused.
“I, well, I mean they look like great shoes. But I don’t really do a lot of physical work. These look more for work than anything else.” Gerald said as politely as he could, not wishing to argue any.
“Oh you misunderstand” The man said laughing. “These aren’t work boots. They are simply strong and durable but I promise you can still have as much fun and leisure as you want while wearing them.”
Gerald was a little lost, after all why would he need something so durable and rugged. Still the man was trying to help, he may as well give him the benefit of the doubt. “um, Okay sir. I guess I could look at a pair. They’re awfully different from any I’ve ever owned.”
The man smiled, his types were always the easiest. “I believe these would be a perfect fit.” He said taking down an unusually deep black pair from the top of the shelf. They were not only dark, but big, with very thick rugged soles and a brushed metal steel toe. Gerald looked at them strangely.
“Have a seat sir, try them on.” The man pushed.
Gerald sat and took the boots from the man. As soon as he touched them he felt something strange. His hands tingled where he held the boots and for some reason his mind seemed to clear of all doubt. He seemed very sure of everything and as he sat the boots next to him and bent to remove his own shoes, he felt positive these boots would be better than he had expected.
He slipped one foot then the other into the heavy boots and as he laced them up he again felt the sharp tingle, now running up his legs. At first he felt it was static electricity or even just his own age acting up from all the walking he’d done in the mall so far. But as he finished lacing up the boots, he dismissed that thought. The tingle travelled up his legs and hovered around his midsection for a moment or two before continuing all the way up to his head. He felt dizzy for a second. But as his head cleared, Gerald found his life coming into focus. Everything made sense, every fault he had and every strength. He realized how much he was being controlled by his girls, exactly as Jimmy had indicated. As he stood and tested how the boots felt, Gerald realized he wasn’t going to be controlled by anyone, especially two teenage girls, even if they were his precious daughters.
The man watched as Gerald reacted to the boots. “How are they sir. Comfortable?”
Gerald had started walking back and forth, looking down at the boots and then up to a store mirror to check how he looked in them. He looked great, he assured himself. These were made for him, and suddenly another thought flew through his head nearly too fast to take notice of. He suddenly remembered the lonely nights he had while his wife worked. She was always away on business or staying late at her law firm and he couldn’t remember the last time they were intimate. He was horny, he realized, had been on and off for some time. Somehow he’d shut that part of his brain down, ignored it, caused it pain. He needed to correct that. Shaking his head, Gerald was aware he’d been asked a question. Turning to the man he answered.
“These are excellent my good man. I have never felt this way. I swear I feel ten years younger just wearing them.”
The man grinned. “Well they definitely suit you well. Why don’t you come help me find something for your son?”
Gerald nodded and led the way back to Jimmy. He could hear the girls bickering back and forth over their selection of shoes but he didn’t care. He’d straighten them out later. Turning the corner, Gerald found his son holding some small boots that looked strikingly like those he wore, only these were smaller with brighter steel toes and no laces. They zipped up and as his son had noted looked very modern.
“Hi son, what you got there?” Gerald said.
Jimmy looked up at his dad. There was something different. He tried to put his finger on it and while noticing the dark boots Gerald wore, he felt the real difference was something more. His dad was grinning and Jimmy decided to just show him what he’d found. “I looked at several pairs and none seemed right. These seemed to just jump right out at me. You like them?”
Gerald glanced from the man down to his son. The man nodded. “I think those are cool son, you know they almost look like mine. We could be quite the pair, don’t you think?”
Now Jimmy realized what it was. His dad hardly ever sounded this assertive. He was speaking like a real father, a strong and dominate yet protective father. Jimmy felt some pride at being given an opportunity to be his dad’s buddy. He was so used to Cathy and Cammie stealing his time that he himself getting some time with his dad seemed like a rare treat.
The man took this opportunity to approach Jimmy looking carefully at the shoes he held. Yes those would work perfectly. “Young man, why don’t you try on your shoes and see how they look.”
“Okay mister.” Jimmy said enthusiastically taking a seat and pulling off his sneakers.
“I’m really glad you like em dad, I think they’re cool too.” Jimmy said as he placed one small boot on his foot. “woah..” He muttered as the shoe suddenly filled him with a strange yet pleasant sensation. He felt the clarity his dad had but unlike his dad, also felt a certain desire to control all those around him, well all except his dad he reasoned.
As Jimmy placed the other boot on his foot and zipped them up, he gasped. In all his fifteen years he’d never come close to feeling this commanding. There was just something about these shoes that gave him the idea that anything was possible and he should no longer be put down or insulted by anyone.
“Walk around, make sure they fit.” The man said, Gerald watching proudly.
“Okay, sure.” Jimmy said taking a short stroll away from and then back to his dad. As he walked he had other thoughts he’d never had before. He realized just how incredibly horny he’d been for the past two years. He knew everyone his age went through this but for some reason now there seemed to be options to change that feeling. Stopping before his dad he also had a quick thought of putting Cammie in her place. She was always telling on him and being such a spoiled brat.
“How are they son? They look really great.” Gerald said patting his son on the back.
Jimmy smiled and stood straight with his shoulders back, seeming a full two inches taller. “These are very sweet old man. I believe I want them.”
Gerald laughed and again looked to the man. “I guess that means we’re getting these as well.”
The man gave a friendly chuckle himself and simply said. “Excellent choices if I do say so.”
Suddenly the three of them heard Cathy calling out from the main display floor. “Daddy, daddy where are you. I need you to help me.” “Me too,” came the voice of Cammie, each sounding demanding and insulted at being left alone.
Gerald glanced at his son and rolled his eyes. “Well dad?” Jimmy asked.
He smiled at his son and that smile took on a rather knowing expression. “Well son, let’s go teach your sisters a lesson in manners.”
Gerald allowed Jimmy to go before him and turned to the man. “I believe I can help my daughters find what they need. Thanks so much for your help.”
The man watched him leave the children’s section. He was certain Gerald could finally get a handle on his girls and their attitudes.
“Daddy, I can’t find anything. I just don’t know what to get.” Cathy said pouting a little.
“Me either, nothing seems right. It’s just horrible.” added Cammie, her arms folded in frustration.
Gerald walked out from behind his son and approached the two girls. They each noticed he stood taller and seemed much more bold in his posture. He also seemed upset, an emotion the twins were not used to from daddy. He stood only a foot before the two girls and looked down at them, glaring as he took in the spoiled daughters he’d helped raise.
“What are you two complaining about?” He said gruffly.
Cathy was momentarily caught off guard with the bluntness of the question. “Um, Daddy we can’t figure out what kind of shoes we want.”
Gerald smiled and looked back to Jimmy, then at his other daughter Cammie. She spoke up. “We’ve looked all over but can’t find anything that seems right for us.”
Cathy took Gerald’s hand and looked up at him with big doe eyes. “Daddy, could you please help us? What kind of shoes should we get?”
Gerald smiled at Cathy and after a second or two forced her hand off his, an action that in itself seemed to insult his daughter. “Yes of course honey, I’ll help you out. I know just what kind of shoes my two special girls should have.”
Saying this, Gerald rejoined Jimmy. Both let their eyes scan the two girls. Cathy and Cammie were beautiful and being twins had led to much attention their entire lives. Each was slender, about five foot seven with long silky black hair they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Today Cathy and Cammie had dressed to impress knowing they’d be able to flirt their way around the mall catching every male eye. They wore short pleated skirts that Gerald always had been against, thinking it was far too provocative for his baby girls. However they always got what they wanted and they wanted to show off their long smooth legs. Each girl had been blessed with substantial breasts, D-cups, if what Gerald’s wife had said was true. The girls today had decided showing off some cleavage would also fit their plans. Each wore a small button up top that was fitted to leave nothing to the imagination. They were definitely creating the response they wanted except neither probably had Gerald or Jimmy in mind when they got dressed.
Gerald put his hands on Jimmy’s shoulder. “Son, don’t you think we can get your sisters the shoes they need?”
Cathy and Cammie looked perplexed, exchanging glances before speaking. “What does it matter what he thinks?”
Jimmy looked smugly at Cammie and then felt his dad release his shoulder in an angry huff. Gerald walked right up to his girls his angry eyes actually scaring them.
“Young ladies, you better show your brother some respect. His opinion counts more than yours does. He’s a man, you two are just ... well we all know what you two are.”
Cathy seemed on the verge of tears as she’d never been talked to this way from her dad. Cammie simply appeared shocked.
Jimmy came up and whispered something to his father who broke out in a wide grin. “Ahhh... perfect. Girls we know exactly what style of shoes you need. You need some heels.”
Cathy shook off how upset she was and looked to her father. “Heels?” she said, knowing that Gerald had once said no girl under twenty should wear any kind of heel.
“Yes honey,” He said smiling. “High heels, very high I think.”
Cammie jumped in at this point. “Daddy you’ve got to be kidding. You once said high heels make a woman look like a stripper or worse.”
Gerald responded with a serious expression. “Yes, yes I did say that. And that’s exactly what you two girls need.”
Cathy and Cammie looked shocked and seemed speechless at what they’d just heard. Something was wrong with their father. And as they thought about it, something seemed wrong with Jimmy as well.
“Excuse me sir, could you get me a pair of red six inch heels for my daughters?” Gerald said catching the eye of the man who’d been observing this exchange.
“Of course sir, I sold some like those just this morning to a young lady about your girls age.” He said happily retrieving two boxes from a back aisle.
“Girls take a seat.” Gerald said forcefully as the man brought up the boxes.
Cathy and Cammie each sat down quietly, unable to believe this was how their dear sweet daddy was treating them.
Gerald took a box and handed one to each girl. “Now you two have been teasing people all over this mall today. You dress like little whores and you should have some shoes to go along with that look. Try these on, I’m certain they’ll complete the style you were going for.”
Cathy opened her mouth in shock, humiliation building as she and Cammie were talked down to in front of the strange shoe man and her little brother. She feared saying no due to the forcefulness of her father. Something was clearly disturbing him and she didn’t want to make it worse, regardless of the words he’d used to describe her clothing style.
Cathy and then Cammie slowly opened the shoe boxes and looked at the bright red heels. They were cheap looking, tacky, and as their friends at school would say ‘classic hooker heels’. Neither girl could believe this is what their father thought they should be wearing.
“Try them on.” Gerald said, standing back with his arms folded.
Cathy reached in and took one of the heels. She felt a chill run through her as she touched the soft material. Something felt strange. It was as if the shoe was feeling her as much as she was feeling it. Cammie had taken a shoe out as well, her expression dramatically changing from confusion to fascination. The shoes were different somehow, but trying them on didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore.
Gerald and Jimmy smiled, each enjoying the looks of Cathy and Cammie as they realized they were made for shoes like these.
Cathy removed the shoes she was wearing, staring hypnotically at the bright red heels. Something was wrong, she realized, but trying on the shoes couldn’t hurt, they were after all only shoes. She slipped first one and then the other heel onto her feet. They fit perfectly seemingly molded for her skin. Cammie gasped and Cathy struggled to look her way. She had her head back, staring at the ceiling with her eyes closed. Cammie’s silky black hair swung behind her as she seemed to shiver with unknown sensations. Cathy felt the same. She’d often shared thoughts or feelings with her twin but this was different. They were feeling looser, more relaxed. For some reason Cathy found herself wondering why she’d been so bitchy to her dad acting like he was her slave. She smiled almost drunkenly over to Gerald, her eyes soft and unfocused. Maybe she could be his slave, she thought wondering for only a split-second where such an idea came from.
Cammie looked much like her sister as she swayed in her chair. She let her eyes float around the room, stopping when she met Jimmy’s stare. She’d been such a complete bitch to him she realized. He was her little brother and she should have treated him with respect. For some reason an idea occurred to her, she could be a bitch for him instead of to him.
Gerald watched his daughters’ expressions change and saw the dreamy look both now presented. He saw Jimmy grinning as he studied Cammie’s legs stretching loosely out in front of her. Both girls obviously liked the shoes. He felt it was now time to right some wrongs.
“Cathy, Cammie” Gerald said getting their attention as they slowly cleared their head of fog. “I believe both you girls have bossed Jimmy and me around for far too long. This will stop. From now on, we’re in charge. You will do what we say and whatever thoughts you have on the matter, well let’s just say pretty little heads like yours don’t need to worry with thoughts.”
Cathy looked up smiling. She agreed with everything he said. Whatever thoughts she could have weren’t important. Making daddy happy was important and for some reason she was suddenly finding all kinds of ideas on just how to keep him happy.
“Girls, you’ve both been teasing us for years with glimpses of your tight little bodies in these skimpy clothes you parade around in. I am just about sick of that. From now on if you tease us, you deal with the consequences. I’ve been hornier than you might believe lately and your poor brother here, you girls are just lucky he hasn’t died of blue balls.”
Cathy frowned a little as did Cammie. Neither girl had intended to cause their family pain, especially dear sweet daddy. They’d have to make up for their behavior.
“Cammie, from this point on you will let Jimmy do whatever he wants to you. I don’t care what he wants, you will do it and you will enjoy it. And as for you Cathy, I’ve had enough of your teasing touches and big doe eyes. I’m taking what I want right now.” Gerald said grabbing Cathy and practically carrying her over to a display table.
Jimmy sat down next to Cammie as his father walked off with Cathy. “Hey slut,” He said grabbing her around the neck and kissing her hard, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth. Cammie responded kissing him back, letting one leg slide straight out from the chair. As the two siblings continued making out, Jimmy groped his sister’s large rack, squeezing and pumping at her left tit.
Gerald stood with Cathy next to him looking at the large display table. It was hardwood, much like a dining table and about the same height. Glancing down to his slutty daughter, Gerald wiped his arm across the table clearing it of shoes and then grabbed Cathy by the hips.
Cathy felt her breathing growing short as she was lifted and placed on her back on the table. Her father pulled her towards him so her legs hung off the side. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled up at him, her long dark hair settling into place. “What are you gonna do daddy?”
Gerald reached beneath his girl’s short skirt, taking a firm grip on her panties. He twisted and pulled tightly, the fabric giving way as he answered her question. “Daddy’s going to show you how a real whore gets fucked.”
Cathy gasped a little as Gerald dropped his pants and freed a surprisingly large cock. He gave her a quick appraisal and lifted her skirt pulling her closer to the table’s edge. “Here Cathy, Daddy’s got something big and special just for you.”
Gerald slammed forward into his slut of a daughter, burying his cock deep inside her belly as he began jack-hammering away with one simple goal. He intended to make up for the lonely nights and times he’d missed out on what he wanted to do because his precious girls just had to have their way.
“Oh oh yes, oh wow, daddy, yess!” Cathy cried out as she was rocked and shaken by the powerful thrusts she was now receiving. She couldn’t believe she was laying on a table getting her pussy stuffed by her own father. She also couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt.
Gerald reached up and squeezed Cathy’s tits roughly, enjoying the pained look his daughter gave as he attempted to crush her cleavage in his fist. “Let’s see what you’ve been taunting me with all these years.” Gerald said, continuing to ram his hips into her as he took hold of her buttoned shirt at the collar.
“Oh oh yes, oh shit.” Cathy screamed as she looked down to her father with a fistful of her shirt. He smiled and then yanked back hard, shredding her buttons off in one quick motion. Her tits immediately rolled out into view.
Cathy was taking a cruel pounding and now her large teenage tits were free to shake and quiver with every hard thrust. Gerald grit his teeth, staring hungrily at his daughter’s tits now on display. She hadn’t even been wearing a bra, he thought. She really was a whore.
“You are such a slut Cathy, I can’t believe I ever thought you were anything else.” Gerald cried out, taking a firm grip on her waist and speeding up his frantic lunges. The table was creaking as Cathy took everything he gave her, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure. Her amazing tits shook so hard, Gerald wondered if he might be able to knock her unconscious with one good thrust. She looked so perfect, he thought, perfect skin, perfect face, perfect body and most of all perfectly submissive laying there topless with her long hair in her face.
“Oh yes, OH oh daddy, fuck me, fuck me, yes!” Cathy shrieked, her hands now playing with her own nipples as her legs wrapped tightly around her father’s ass pulling him even deeper.
Gerald knew he wasn’t going to last another minute at this pace. He looked down to his teenage slut and announced proudly. “Get ready honey, Daddy has to make a deposit and you’re the bank.”
He thrust hard, sending his cock as deep inside her as possible, watching her large tits smack her below the jaw, and felt immense release as he sent a months worth of sperm deep inside her womb. Just when he thought he had no more to give he shook and spilled even more ropes into her warm depths.
“Oh daddy, oh wow, oh ...” Cathy breathed coming down from the high she felt. “That was amazing, thanks.”
Gerald smiled lovingly and placed a palm over Cathy’s right tit, massaging it gently. “Anything for my special girl.”
Behind them, Jimmy sat in the chair, his head back as Cammie slurped up and down his dick. She licked from bottom to tip and kept looking up at his face with soft slutty eyes. She sucked his cock into her mouth, relaxing her throat as she felt him slide all the way inside. She was determined to make up for being so bitchy to him all these years.
“Ugh.. Yes sis, that’s amazing.” Jimmy said placing a hand on his older sister’s head and guiding her actions.
She still bounced her head in his lap, her long silky hair jumping as their father walked over. Gerald had left Cathy leaking cum on the table as he pulled up his pants and went to see how his son was doing. He was pleased to see Jimmy had found a better use for Cammie’s mouth than all her whining.
“Good job” Gerald said. “You clearly got this little tart where she needs to be.”
Cammie heard her dad but was too focused sucking and swallowing to acknowledge him.
“Son,” Gerald said catching Jimmy’s eye. “Why don’t you give this little whore something she can really use, like a serious cum bath for that little pussy of hers.”
Jimmy smiled up at his old man. “Yeah, you’re right she can always suck me later. Come on bitch.” He said pulling her reluctantly off his hard cock.
Cammie licked her lips as she was pulled to her feet. Jimmy guided her over to a window display pedestal. Cammie looked out the window realizing it might be possible for anyone to watch what was happening to her. For some reason this excited her.
Jimmy grabbed Cammie by the hair and forced her forward over the pedestal, making sure she spread her legs. He reached around took the liberty of pushing both her tits out into the open over the top of her shirt. Cammie shivered as the cold air hit her nipples and she awaited what was coming.
Jimmy gave his dad a thumbs up and then shuffled in close behind Cammie, lifting her skirt. He slid her panties down and aimed exactly where he’d fantasized about for over two years. “I’m gonna fuck you up.” Jimmy said loudly, sending his hips deep into her ass and his cock straight up inside her.
“OHH, oh yess, Oh Jimmy, yes do it.” Cammie cried out thrashing her lovely hair back into his face as her younger brother pounded her teen pussy with more force than she’d have expected possible.
Cammie felt her tits jump with every thrust and realized this is what she was made for, she was so stuck up in herself before she never realized it. Her tight teenage body was only good for one thing and that was taking a cock. She was so glad her father had given her the shoes she needed to help explain that to her.
“Oh yess, oh come on Jimmy, fill me up, give big sister what she wants.” Cammie cried out urging her brother on. Jimmy was holding her hips as tight as he could, his knuckles white. He felt his father watching and set out to make him proud.
The man watched from the register. The one girl was still leaking cum on his table but that wouldn’t be hard to clean up. The fact that these customers were getting exactly what they needed thrilled him.
“Oh Cammie, unghh... I’m gonna blow inside you.” Jimmy said, now taking hold of his sister by the hair and pulling her back towards him. He held tightly as she struggled to talk.
“Do it Jimmy, shoot that hose off inside my slutty body. Fill me up.” Cammie announced her back arched towards her brother no longer caring if anyone in the mall saw her impressive rack now jiggling with excitement.
They both felt it. Jimmy shook as his cock exploded deep inside her. Cammie arched her back even more her head nearly knocking into her brother’s as she felt the powerful spray of cum surge inside her. She felt two more quick eruptions and then heard her brother panting as he pulled back, releasing her hair.
Cammie just about slumped forward over the pedestal with exhaustion. Jimmy had really fucked the hell out her and she loved every second of it. She turned on shaky legs and grinned at him, showing every bit of the lust she now felt. As she tucked her tits back into her shirt and straightened her hair, Cammie felt anticipation, knowing as soon as they got home she could expect an even more severe and brutal fucking.
Gerald gathered Cathy from the table and had her simply hold her shirt closed as they got ready to leave. As Cathy and Cammie looked each other over, each twin realized just how thoroughly fucked the other looked and they smiled. They really were whores now and whatever happened at school or at home, so long as they could spread their legs it really didn’t matter.
“You girls understand your place now right?” Gerald said sternly. Both girls smiled and nodded.
“Now we better get home, you two have some chores to do and you better hurry if you want to have time for another fucking” Gerald said knowing his words made no difference. These were two seventeen year old cum sluts now. They’d do whatever he told them to.
“I trust everything meets with your approval.” The man said smiling generously as the family approached the register.
“Yes, this is a great shop you have here.” Gerald said pulling out his credit card.
“Well I try my best.” The man said swiping the card and making note of the family discount.
“Thank you very much.” Gerald said as Jimmy and he led the slutty twins out the door, each gripping their respective one tightly around the waist. Cum could be seen dripping down their thighs but neither girl seemed to care. They just looked adoringly at the men in their family.
“You have a nice day.” The man called out as they joined the crowd in the mall. He did enjoy a good family get-together.