Victoria had to raise the tray above her head as she slid through the gap. As she did, one of the guys in front lost his balance, his bottled beer fel... to the floor and the beer sprayed out - splashing over Victoria's chest. Victoria dashed to the bar, placed the tray by the sink and looked into her reflection on the shiny work surface. Some of the paint had washed off, especially on her left breast where the darker skin of her areola had only a thin covering of paint left. And her nipple was. I could tell mommy was a little worried, she wasn’t saying anything. Daddy put his fingers in her baby hole and some sticky stuff came out, he smeared it on her bum hole. He kept getting more and more, then he worked his finger in her bum. I heard mommy say, “This wasn’t what we agreed on”. He told her if his baby girl had to take it, then so does she. His finger got deeper in her hole, he told me I could help make mommy feel better if I crawled under her and played with her button. I crawled. ” Donna said.“Then why the fuck did you say ‘Donna’?”Before Donna could answer that question the lady gave Donna her coat and was already walking into the living room.“You call me ‘Mistress’, and you pay attention to whatever I say, ok?” The woman shouted to her, as she walked on into the kitchen.“Nice place! I can see you’re pretty rich.”Donna hurried behind the ‘lady’, afraid the group outside would notice the obvious whore she was with now. From the looks of the group she noticed she was. I remember looking at myself, very conservatively dressed that night. I had on a power-suit, like Maggie, but it was a full-length skirt, with a knee high slit on either side. My one inch heels did little for my athletically trim calves, which were covered, and my pert breasts were all but unnoticeable behind a baggy blouse and heavy jacket. My breasts were as round or large as Maggie's, but for a woman of 32, they were still very alive and I was a solid B cup. Nothing to complain about. I knew.