Daddy was in the kitchen, he was sitting at the table. He only looked up when I walked in. I grabbed a bowl and cereal and sat at the counter, with my... back to daddy. I was thinking into my breakfast, wool gathering as they say I did not hear daddy get up, until he was right behind me. Yesterday it was your mom on the phone, I did not mean to hurt you, but I dont want to hurt her either, I love you both too much, and if your mom finds out about us, and the things we have been doing. I dont know. She started the car and the drove in silence for a few minutes. Finally she broke the silence.“So, should I drop you off at the train station?” she asked, lovingly staring at him, “We could just go to my place,” she added.“No, I still have tons of work I got to finish by tomorrow, so I have to get home, maybe next time” Jack replied.“Alright,” she said as she took her phone out of her purse and handed it to him, “just punch your number in there and I’ll call you tonight.”Jack finished saving. However, AuntyMargaret was sitting in the lounge room when he came in and she soonsorted out that he needed help to dress."Up the stairs quickly Sissy. We have only an hour before yourappointment." As he walked upstairs Aunty walked right behind him,occasionally slapping him on his bare legs with the little whip shealways seemed to have with her.Soon, and without any fuss she had him in his tightest corset, aheavily boned white with purple lace garment that he hated with apassion. "Now bend. There plenty of wealthy men nowadayswho are requiring high-quality service, but very few women who knowhow to do it. You are the lucky one; once I will be done with you,you will never be jobless. Now, take your clothes off."Madam Olga was talking in a calm voice of a person who used to belistened carefully by others."Take your clothes off," she repeated in the same calm manner, with aslight note of amusement in her voice.I turn my head to the door; the door is closed. I may not really.