.And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'"Because you're a dirty fucker!" You don't know that for sure. I've never put the moves on you." I sa...id, because I hadn't."None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."She had me pegged I must say."Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?" Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who would make that. His associate walks around me a few times, taking in the view of my helpless body splayed lewdly for his gaze.He notices how the clear plug holds wide my well lubed ass, the puddle forming under my pussy as it betrays my lust for this treatment.He wipes some up with his fingers and sniffs it."What a wanton little slut."I blush at the truth.He comes around to my face and wipes my juices on my upper lip so I can smell how much of a slut I am.He touches my chin and I obediently open my mouth and. "Nothing's changed. Notreally. So what if I like to wear panties and a bra. That's okay, isn'tit?"Without warning, I feel tears dripping down my face."Of course it's okay, sweetie," Morgen pulls me into a hug, using atissue to wipe my tears away."Because I really do want to wear them. I don't know why, but I do." Ihug myself, feeling weepy and distraught. "And this nightgown is nicetoo," I sniffle, "why can't I wear it?" Oh, Kelly, honey, I didn't mean to bum you out. It's just that, youknow. Daddy didn't start to ask even vague questions for months, mom said she was talking to him though. When she was alone with us she would ask us questions, we didn't mind as she was doing her best to understand what this meant and what it implied for our collective future. She asked when I knew that my brother was the person I wanted as my partner, I said when I was 15, that I had always loved him as my brother and that gradually changed into sexual love, a quite different love, that we.