. sister..." A sister? Mom! Why didn't you tell me? Where is she?"My lip trembled as I tried not to show my sadness. "She's dead." Oh," Kira leaned ov...r and touched my arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't know..." She died when I was sixteen ... I'd ... I'd tried to forget about her ... it hurt ... too much..." Tears were forming in my eyes and I stopped trying to control them. It came back in a rush what had happened, and even as I couldn't describe it to my daughter, the memories flooded back and left. Noah soon realised that he was in the wrong place. By night he made his wares and by day he crossed over the river to Kensington, a far more upmarket place. Business picked up quite quickly, he even doubled the price of the candles and could be sold out in a few hours. Noah knew what he had to do but how? There was no money only enough to keep the business going.One winter afternoon whilst out on the streets he saw a very familiar figure, It was his niece Rebecca, she had moved to London with. I wore girl's clothes, only girl's clothes, no matter where I went and no matter what I wore as an outer layer, my skin was in close contact with perfectly matched sexy lingerie. Master wanted me permanently ready for sex, and I enjoyed permanently being ready for sex; it was, after all, the only surefire way for me to get an orgasm as I had been locked up in chastity. Funny that, the chastity cage made me much, much less chaste than I was before. But it did make me obedient to just the one. I felt sad for her and asked her to come close to me. She came near with wet eyes and I rubbed her arms to give her a soothing effect (but honestly, I just availed of this opportunity).With one breast exposed and the gentle rub to her, I was feeling excited and wanted to smooch her. I controlled. Days passed and I decided to use her for massaging services. I started wearing blouse and petticoat whenever she and I were alone in house. By now she was pretty comfortable seeing my exposed breasts.