Step-dad Billionaire

“You can start with the coat,” he said. “I’m afraid I don’t keep a radio in here, so you’ll have to imagine there’s music playing in your head. I trust you can manage to think and twerk at the same time, yes?”

Claire opened her mouth to speak, but once again, his stare silenced her. She began to wonder if she couldn’t put him in his place in some other way. What if she could get him horny? Surely the embarrassment would force him to ease up on her, to leave the room in shame and give her the upper hand for once. It was a risky maneuver, but since her stepfather was showing no signs of letting up in his demands, she figured it would be the perfect opportunity to show him just how powerful she could be.

And she didn’t need money to do it. All she needed were her tits and ass and the hypnotic sway of her hips.

“Fine,” she sniffed, feigning humiliation as she tossed her stepfather’s coat onto the chaise behind her. She now stood in a short-sleeved button-down blouse and red plaid miniskir