I need you to say it." I leaned in and lightly ran my tongue along her puckered asshole."Oh God. Oh fuck. Cum! Good girls get to cum!" She gasped out....Do you want to be a good girl, Aunt Triny? Do you want to cum, Aunt Triny?" Yes, oh please. I want to be a good girl for you. I want to be your good girl. Can I be your good girl?" Okay. If you want to be my good girl, then cum right now."She started crying out, her body shaking. Her pussy gushed as she fell onto her side. She bucked against the. I need to tell you. It's why we're here. Ask me something." I don't want to..." Please. You have to know." Okay. The deflowering." Yes. I guess I kind of lucked out. They used me to train the matriarch's son in the art of sex. Groomed to take over the business, they wanted him to learn about pleasuring, and I became his practice dummy. First lesson: deflowering. It actually went really well." She blushed. "Aside from his father tutoring him while he readied me for the big event, it turned out. Andworse, I found out that when I leaned forward or reached out to theside, my breasts would often slide out from under the cloth stripsand I would have to hurriedly stuff them back under to hide them.When I put on a pair of black lace stockings and snapped them to thegarter belt, and put on my spike heels, and the little white lace capon my head I thought that I looked more like a hooker than a maid andI was hoping that when Mother saw how revealing the uniform was, thatshe would buy a more. Dan wanted to know why she turned him down since he knew how much Laura loved a beach vacation. “I told him no; I didn’t think me going on vacation with Greg would go over with you.”Laura also had pure feminine logic for not going. “Not this year. I haven’t even bought a new bikini this year. I can’t go to the beach in last year’s suit.” “I wouldn’t like it, but if you want to go I won’t pitch a fit.” Dan watched his wife shake her head no. “I guess I will have to work overtime to take care of.