’ ^^^ Thursday 7:20 am ‘Where’s the turkey baster?’ Joan said out loud speaking to herself. She was alone in the kitchen getting organized to...make the Thanksgiving feast. She was gathering the necessary ingredients and utensils. The baster wasn’t in it’s usual spot. Joan looked around for it, but gave up after a few moments. She had a million tasks to perform to pull off the big family celebration. On the way to the laundry room to pick up the pressed tablecloth, she walked by her daughter’s. ”At seven o’clock exactly, dressed in white qipao, white stilettos and white, wrist-length gloves, Fara presented herself to Mary in the training room. Mary was waiting, standing impassively at one end of the room. She was wearing a long black qipao in black silk brocade. Bright red piping edged the collar, shoulder fastening, and the slit in the side of the skirt. Beside her, held in a crouched position by hobbling straps and fastenings on his leather suit, was a slave; the same one, Fara. Figuring I may as well make lemons out of lemonade I threw on my jeans and a shirt and waited for them to show up. It had been a while since I had seen Tina, but I figured she was still the same average girl who wore clothes that hid her body.I could hear them coming up the stairs a short while later and had the door open waiting for them. Tina shrieked, ran through the door, dropped her bag and jumped on to me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms. My eyes then met hers as I was still trying to contemplate the words. Then, it clicked! There was one part of me that thought this might be some kind of trap. But as I looked at Sara and she didn’t wipe the grin off her face I begin to soak in what I thought might have only been just a wild fantasy for me to masturbate to on a lonely night. But as I caught Sara’s eyes she smiled very widely and said, “I want you and Darcy to make love. Make us a baby and Darcy wants to live here with us and.