I remembered my wife wouldstart with the back clasps in front of her, hooking them together. Thenshe would spin the bra around so the cups were in the...front, leanforward, and dangle her breasts into the cups and finally put on thestraps. I tried that approach next and it didn't work very well for me,but I eventually got everything into place. Then he handed me one of myt-shirts and sweat pants. I put those on as well.He took my hand and pulled me to the door. I had lots of energy andresisted.. Across the top, in large type, was a single word—SLUT. Underneath was a series of grainy photos which, while they hadn’t photocopied particularly well, were clearly of a woman in—shall we be delicate and call them compromising positions—with several men.I threw a questioning at Imogen and she replied, “Look at the girl in the pictures, Paul. Look closely.”I nodded. “Yeah, I can see who it is. But...” But what? These pictures were of Vanessa. It was no wonder she’d run away.Imogen shook her. I wore only my transparent wrap. if that didn’t tell everybody of my acceptance I didn’t know what would.Amy and Becca were the first in. They gave me quick kisses; their lips tasting of Gemma. Smiling they asked, “Should we dress for dinner?”I laughed and said, “I don’t see why! But go have a shower.”Amy grinned, “Back soon. Come Bec, I need some release!”I smacked Becca on her bottom, and laughing, said, “Go tend to your sister!”Gemma was a little coy when she came in.“Are you okay?” she. As they entered their community, Toni had Mom stop the car. Mom did. Toni told her to strip drive home naked, as a good slave should. Also I want to play with your tits. Mom did have great tits,36C as compared to Toni’s 34 B.At home they showed the purchase to the men. They had a look of fright on them. Mark picked the biggest one up and said I have never had a shit that big. TMI said Toni. Dad noticed Mom’s collar and the tag. ‘Family Slave’ Dad nodded. He asked Toni if it was just for Mom?.