On the last, little step to hand Melody her wine, she tripped. Helplessly, she watched in slow motion as a dollop of the wine jumped out of the glass... Not much, fortunately most stayed in the glass and she didn’t drop it, but still far too much. The wine tumbled down and down until it landed on Melody’s knee and then the floor below. Sarah’s heart dropped out of her ass as she noticed a few drops on Melody’s no doubt very expensive, little dark blue dress. A few hit the couch as well. Oh. .Joan Cartwright had watched with total contempt the sissy's treatment by her servants, "Get Panties out ladies and down to the basement, I have to get ready to meet my guests." Yes madam." replied the housekeeper.Without another word Joan Cartwright walked into her mansion, The housekeeper produced a length of chain eighteen long and two small padlocks, taking hold of the sissy's ankle placed one end of the chain tightly round and fitted a padlock, and did the same with the other ankle.Turning. We found out what you did to her when we went shopping for new bras yesterday. Boobs don’t just grow a whole cup size overnight.” Elsie said.I raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at her own chest, which was straining the tight pink shirt she had slept in.“You know what I mean! Boobs don’t grow that much unless you have a pervy big brother with magic sex powers,” she said, rolling her eyes.“Admit it. You love having a pervy big brother.” I teased.Rather than answer me with words, she lowered. Scared that you were hurting, crying, afraid – not knowing what you were there for. Not knowing that I was the one I needed to be worried about.“Shhh…” You kept rubbing my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”“What’s wrong?”You just kept rubbing me, and kept crying, and I noticed something else. A sound I’d never heard before, but would become familiar with. “TickTickTick” is what it sounded like – a fast watch ticking in the middle of the night. I listened to the sound and tried to.