"What a pretty, whore. Do you want to see how pretty you are, Slut?" I take your hand and make you stand and look at yourself in the mirror. You like ...t, but it embarasses you. "Go pick out something to please me, Slut." I point to your closet and you walk to it, still naked. You choose a short skirt and a corset. I help you put them on and then choose a pair of heels for you. "Go walk around and feel pretty, whore", and you walk towards the kitchen, checking to make sure the blinds are. The shock was Harry. He was sitting beside me, but that wasn't the strangest thing. He was cleaned up, dressed. Hiking shorts and a t-shirt, believe it or not. Later he showed me the shower off the bedroom, so I guess he'd used it while I was out cold.I mean, it was Harry but it wasn't Harry, you know? He looked the same as always, yeah, but there was something about him, a feeling, an aura, an air, I don't know. Yeah, pretty poetic, sure, but I don't know how to describe it. This was not. You'll be a sweet little bride for some lucky peasant. But you're part right. You won't leave me, and you will help with my baby -- our baby. In fact, I have an idea!" Her face lit up. "You told me women are meant to care for children. That's what breasts are for, true?." She waved a hand again as her proposed wetnurse cringed and begged her in vain to stop. "It's done. Your breasts have milk. They'll ache if you don't remove it. Use a breast pump for now -- it's in your purse, and. When they had gone he showered, his head still spinning at what the girls had done and the fact he let them do it. The next day in class the girls acted as normal as all other times, no one made any comment of the afternoon, this was the same all week, he started thinking it had been a one off and now they had had a bit of fun that would be it. He had changed and was waiting for the kids to get changed before setting off on a cross country run, it would take them over the playing field, down.