And rule number 1 is you wear no clothes that I have not approved of. You were only skirts and tank tops, clothes with easy access so I can have you ...henever I want you. And you will earn these clothes by being a good girl. Now go on an take those off."She must have learned something at her house because she didn't wait a second after I finished before stripping down to her panties. Then she looked up at me with those pleading little eyes."Come now Cyra, don't make me be mean to you. Off. .. awful." Here," he says, handing her a wine skin. She washes her mouth with it and swallows."Thanks." My brave girl," he smiles, opening his arms. She lies upon him. He scrapes off cum from her chin and offers it to her.She shakes her head. "Only fresh." He rubs it into his clothes with a chuckle, then pulls her mouth to his."That was amazing," he praises her."Really?" Honestly. Your turn." He pulls her under him and begins his own exploration, loving everything he finds and discovering her. She wanted to look after him and cosset him. She mentally smacked herself for being silly, sloppy and sentimental but still the thoughts persisted. She wanted to cook for him and take over the domestic chores but realised that with an arm in plaster she could not do that. She pressed on and as far as she was aware did her job as well as ever but she was still unsettled.Her feelings bubbled over on the following Thursday evening as they sat in each other's arms with a drink before supper. She. But I looked damn good, and more than anything I felt ready to see this to its conclusion.With a deep breath I logged into the computer and greeted my fans as they joined, there was a real sense of occasion, nearly every one of them commented on how I looked and it was all positive, my well blended false breasts even fooling them too. We chatted and joked for a while, I teased and picked on the regulars in a way that I always enjoyed. The power of being a tease, and knowing the effect I had on.