Erlikkhan
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OOC: I am playing Matt McCarthy, a 48-year-old widower. His wife died ten years ago in a car accident. He has been very protective of his daughter and tried to keep her away from boys, but reluctantly let her go on her first date when she turned 18. In many ways, she has become a replacement wife for him around the house, except for the sex part, although he has had sexual dreams about her on several occasions.
Need someone to play the daughter who is eighteen and quite promiscuous although her father doesn’t know it. She has returned home late from her first date with what he suspects is alcohol on her breath, her hair ruffled and a button on her blouse open. He called her into his study for interrogation. Over the course of the interview she will slowly bring out his subconscious desire for her.
IC: He sat down in his big leather chair behind the desk. She stood in front of him, her pleated skirt halfway up her thighs and her blouse stretched tightly across her tits. The second and fourth buttons were still open. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared. To top it all off, he was sure she had been drinking.
“Kim, I want to know exactly what happened tonight. I think you’ve been drinking, and I also think you’ve… um… let your date take certain liberties. I see buttons on your blouse loose. Did you let him feel your breasts? I’ll know if you’re lying to me, Kim.”
Need someone to play the daughter who is eighteen and quite promiscuous although her father doesn’t know it. She has returned home late from her first date with what he suspects is alcohol on her breath, her hair ruffled and a button on her blouse open. He called her into his study for interrogation. Over the course of the interview she will slowly bring out his subconscious desire for her.
IC: He sat down in his big leather chair behind the desk. She stood in front of him, her pleated skirt halfway up her thighs and her blouse stretched tightly across her tits. The second and fourth buttons were still open. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared. To top it all off, he was sure she had been drinking.
“Kim, I want to know exactly what happened tonight. I think you’ve been drinking, and I also think you’ve… um… let your date take certain liberties. I see buttons on your blouse loose. Did you let him feel your breasts? I’ll know if you’re lying to me, Kim.”