Liz finally wound down, more from exhaustion than any sense of acceptance of our situation. Now she was just cursing quietly to herself and making t...reats of a most unlikely nature for a girl who was chained by the neck.In an hour or so, we saw the young man coming back down the stairs holding a plate with sandwiches. I saw Liz beginning to build up a head of steam. Out came the threats again. "Look, you bastard! I want this chain off right now or I'll have your ass in jail for. “Good airbrushing on the implant scars or good cosmetic surgery, but still fake. Why do you guys all like the double-D cups on these girls?”“That's all fantasy stuff,” I said. “I bet there's a lot of airbrush work on their faces, too. I like a real girl, with a real face, real tits, and a real ass.”“My stuff is all real. Wanna see?”“Uh, yeah. I also want to touch, feel, and taste.”She came over to me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “You'll see first. Sit on your bed,” she. It was Dad. I opened the door tolet him in."This place is amazing," I said while he stepped in with a grin on hisface. "Are you sure we can afford it?"He laughed. "Of course, Megan," he said. Since we were in private, hecould use my real name without blowing the secret. "You're quitesuccessful already. This is only a small expense for you." Really?" I asked incredulously. I didn't think I had enough money tocall this room a 'small expense'. Dad just chuckled while nodding hishead in the. The light touch tickled her back and she squeaked with confused surprise before coming fully to her senses."Who's that?" begged Sissy as she squirmed sleepily."It's me, Sarah." Oh! Thanks. I want to go to the loo." "That's what I'm here for. I'll get you ready for bed after you've evacuated yourself then showered and stuff." Sissy stretched out her infantile arms in beseechment and Sarah gently eased her upright then pulled her to her feet. Sissy's boobs wobbled precariously and threatened to.