Master doesn’t set me up to fail and he wants me to be able to trust that he’d never intentionally do so. My responsibility is simply to do as I�...m told.”“You can order Honey to put a baseball bat in her asshole. Would you be setting her up to fail?” I asked.“Get real, dad. We wouldn’t do that!” Claire argued.“Yes you would, pumpkin. You’re very creative. What you don’t yet know is whether or not it’s physically possible to fit a baseball bat up her ass. You’ve seen her butt plug and you know. Time to work.Earlier that evening ...“Glad you could come. Please, sit.”The “please” seemed superfluous. I sat where he gestured, trying my best to look composed. It had been almost four months since this man, Cyrus, had paid me a ridiculous sum of money to do things to me that I never imagined I’d submit to. Not that I was a stranger to sex with dominant men. In my everyday life I’m a gentleman approaching 40, rather attractive, although not in a traditionally masculine sense. I have a lithe. " Terri frowned. "But could you accept that... me and you being lovers and me and your dad being lovers, too?"Now Tom smiled. His cock was getting hard, thinking about having sex with Terri and Sara, not at the same time, of course, but just having them, mother and daughter, as his lovers. "Yeah, I can handle that, as long as you can handle me continuing to make love to your mother."Terri nodded, "Okay. I'm sure I can handle that. In fact, strangely, the thought of you fucking my mother kind of. "The next morning Maria was up before me and said, "Alison, I would findit really exciting if you wore this Maid's outfit."I had slept in my bra and panties so I put on a clean pair of pantyhoseand stepped into the maid's outfit. When I had got my arms through theshoulders I then laced up the front and then put the pinafore round mywaist.I realised by the time I had done this it was getting late and I did nothave time to complete my morning task and get changed out of the maid'soutfit I had.