” one of my girls started, and after a brief hesitation, the other one continued where she’d left off.“ ... raising a kid is expensive.”“Rea...ly expensive.”I nodded. They weren’t wrong.“And so, well ... we were thinking.”“We owe you.”“Big time.”“We want to pay you back for all that you’ve done for us over the years.”“Please.”The pair shivered at that last word - it was quickly becoming clear what had happened. I knew that they’d listened to the tape about being subservient. But there was no. They pulled the codpiece tightly between my legs and up the crack in my butt, pulling it up and under the corset. The maids pulled two small leather straps back through rings at the top of the V. One tied knots so the codpiece would not slip back through the rings, and then attached the straps to an O-ring she pulled from atop the dresser. Melba held up a pair of clear vinyl panties for me to see. The words "Bondage Bride" were imprinted in red, both front and back. She pulled the panties up my. Anyway, Charles left home, and a year later so did Laura. He set up a place for them to live together. She brought me along, so grandpa wouldn’t have a little one running underfoot. Charles and Laura had you, then decided there would be no more kids.”“So, what happened to Dad and Carol,” I asked.“Apparently, around the time you turned either six or seven, Laura found out that Carol was back in town and told Charles to pick one and only one. This started a very loud argument out in the street in. I continue my journey downwards, taking the time to flick a tongue into your belly button, causing you to flinch just a bit. I kiss down lower to your pubic area, shaved clean. I can smell your passion as I kiss all around your womanhood. Your lips are swollen and your clit is hard, in anticipation of stimulation. You lift your hips, offering yourself to me, hoping for me to kiss you where you need it at this moment. Your pussy is wet and eager for attention, but it is not in the plan. I kiss.