And the same when he unties her left arm. Her cunt is already dripping again in anticipation.Even now freed, Emma leaves her arms spread until Donald...tells her to bring them to her side. She is learning so quickly, Donald thinks.“Now Emma, I want you to put your hands on the outside of each of your breasts. When I tell you, you need to press them firmly against each other, then after a moment release, just a little, then press and hold them again, over and over.”Emma looks at him a little. I'm giving you a partytonight." But, I can't go to a party looking like this!" I was panicking. Thiswas just a game between my wife and me. I wasn't ready to mingle. Ithought this was just playing around with her for a birthday treat."Why not? You've read plenty of stories where the husband is celebratedfor his coming out. I've even invited all your friends and family. Ican't wait to see your face when you dance with your daddy!"I shrieked. My altered voice sounded so feminine. "You did what!. And, oh yes,some smelling salts. Toby inquires, "what uniform and heels?" It should have been delivered yesterday."The plain brown package and Toby soon appeared at her door."You can dress her, Toby." Thank you, mam," Toby answered.Jessica wanted to know if Toby fancied Abby the maid. Indeed he did. Gether dressed, and know her rosebud and tits are always available. "Justmake sure that I can hear her squeal when you take her," Jessica informedToby.Fully dressed, in a silk maid's traditional. As they say, and what goes around comes around. He had made a virtual pauper of my Daddy; I had the wherewithal to repay the deed. With no hope of repaying his debt, Gill was the best her could offer.She wasn't quite what I had expected. Not that I had any previous knowledge of her, only a glance at a silver framed photo on John Craig's desk as I delivered the news of his immediate future. I might have harboured some respect for him, for his business dealings perhaps, but any respect evaporated.