46“Now, show me Sasha’s closet,” he commanded. As he rifled through the hangers, he smiled. “So this is where pretty little Katy gets her teenage come-f**k-me clothes.” He pulled out the hangers with Sasha’s clean school uniforms. “No dirty ones in the laundry?”
Kate blushed. “No, Daddy.”
“Too bad. When I met her last month, I liked the gym class smell of her.” He selected a blouse and skirt. “Put these on, slut.” She complied without a word of protest, remembering Jeannie’s advice. At least she now knew what role she was expected to play.
As she buttoned the middy-style blouse, he rooted down in the fetid closet for a pair of shoes to match the uniform.
“Master? Sasha’s foot size is too large for me. May I suggest a pair of black heels instead?”
“No, witch. Then the others would know
