Alicia is going to handle your make up until you can doit yourself, I will be giving you your chores to do around the house,Kristi will handle giving ...ou male clothes for Uni, and Danielle willhandle discipline and control. Do you understand?" Trish explained."Yes," I said, hanging my head in shame."That's yes miss. To all of us, slave," said Danielle, fastening the ballgag back around my face. "We don't want to hear you whining while youhave your first little go at being our maid. Trish wants. I felt awful,but was allowed tolook in a mirror.I did not want to live like this,my back side wasreally big,waist slim,breasts horrible,I was told only 2 bras had beenordered for me and the size was 40 DD,but very shortly the cup size wasto be increased as was required.As I was being told I noticed my nippleswere wet,Jo saw them and said it was milk due to the type of hormones Iwas on,but I would be instructed on how to deal with it and dispose ofit,and that I would come to love it.I was given. "The answer took me by surprise - what did a phone call his father have to do with this... us?"He was talking suggestively... about doing things... and I thought he was talking to you."Oh my god, that bastard was talking to one of his girlfriends from home and his teenage son had overheard him?How had this turned him toward me though? "Keep going Rob, its OK honey I know about your father." Of course he knew about his father - I think all my kids know about his many, and frequent, girlfriends -. It’s a text from Mike, who apparently just woke up. Good morning, baby doll…wanna talk for a bit…? My fingers immediately typed out a reply, as a smile finally crept onto my face. Yes, please! I adore talking to Mike on the phone. He doesn’t know it, but sometimes when he’s telling a long story, I half listen and just admire his voice. He picks on my New England accent, but all I know is his voice is wicked sexy, whether he agrees that “wicked” is an adverb or not. The phone rings, and I take.