She glances over her shoulder at me standing there and slowly begins to spread her long and shapely legs apart, her cute little dainty feet digging in...o the green grass. She slowly starts to bend over, arching her back like some exotic animal, revealing a shaved little patch of hair and pouty lips, sparkling in the torchlight from the faint hint of moisture down there. Her perky butt sticking up in the air, she sticks a finger in her mouth, slowly sucking on it. Pulling it seductively from. In went the first load and I set it on a hot wash, which would take an hour or so. I cleaned up the bedroom. The first thing I did was remove the unopened wine and the dress, it lay in the corner, a sad and sorry sight. I took them downstairs, wondering what to do with the dress. I didn’t know if it could be salvaged or notand whether washing it would be a good idea. It was stiff with cum stains in places, but still retained its beauty and I rubbed it over my face, breathing in the scent. My heart fluttered. There was no greater feeling then being wrapped in his arms. “I will be more careful next time.” He smiled at me. “Speaking of careful, where is Aaron?”I figure it was now or never. I needed to let him know about what me and Aaron had talked about. He had a right to know and it was going to come up sooner or later. In my experience, sooner was always better then later.“About Aaron daddy,” I began, sitting down at the table. “He heard me talking to you earlier about not. I had to concentrate on my work while dressed up like that. It was distracting, to say the least. Sometimes I wonder if he realises just how much effort I put into our relationship.Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I.