Slowly, her focus narrows, to the soft strum of guitar chords in the background, the hot rush of dishwater over her hands, the slow rise of her chest ...ith every deep breath. Moving sluggishly due to this sensory overload, she turns off the water and begins to swirl the cloth over plates and pans. Vaguely, her mind registers the quiet that falls over the house as the soft music stills. Letting the sudden still open the way for the soft, sweet melody of the song so recently learned, and so. Breakfast was easily served; only one guest and the dishes were donequickly. Miss Cummings attached the apron with a large bow on the backbefore starting this job.Then she came in with 3 large laundry baskets. I fetched the ironingboard and plugged in the iron. When it was heated Miss Cummings pattedand squeezed me on my bottom. I think she wanted her complete wardrobeironed. It took me more then four hours to finish. As I stood there in myheels, I waited for inspection.Chapter 2, Miss. One of the daddies, pulled out some sheets from a shelf, folded them, and put it in the center of the room.Daddy #1: “Get on your knees slut, and open that mouth of yours.”I got on my knees, resting them on top of the sheet. Daddy #1 unzipped, and put his cock INside me. Pushing his throbbing dick deep between my cock lips.When he did this, the other daddies also unzipped. Some started to touch me, and fondle me. Others where jerking off looking at me being used.A daddy, who I will call daddy. He thought he was, anyway.”“Well I don’t know for sure, but I’m guessing the message is that your mum shouldn’t make him choose between her and you because he’ll choose you. He has this time, anyway.”“Oh!” I frowned down at the ring and then tucked it back inside my dress.“Jen darlin’,” said Miss Drake. “Don’t you go giving that ring back until you’re happy with the outcome. Your old man has given you a powerful weapon. Use it wisely.”“Huh!” I said, looking thoughtfully at Miss Drake..