John kept insisting on the subject and my mom seemed embarrased. He guided me through telling them on how we shared mom's boobs and how we sucked on t...hem together, and how great her milk tasted. His friends had a good laugh, and asked me more about this, while John groped mom's boobs, as everyone stared at them. Mom turned red and smiled kindly and told me to go to my room, that I needed to go to bed. Soon after that night, mom stopped breast feeding me and my brother. John would order my mom. ”“What about him?”“I think he is the link, the connection between these anomalies.”“I truly believe it’s merely a coincidence and nothing more.”“We are creatures of reason. Of logic. There is no such thing as coincidence,” the voice was filled with contempt.“Emotions are fickle things. We could manipulate them to serve our best interest,” the other concluded.“The servant is the key. We shall start with him,” came the short conclusion, and both men dressed in grey clothes fell silent, again. By the time they reached the steps, the Ball of Bondage was in full swing, and the Fairy Gimpmother had a trail of Cinderella’s juices running over his bum cheeks. The Fairy Gimpmother had to pick his way carefully through the crowds of Ugly folk outside the Palace Royale, who weren’t Sexy enough to be allowed into the Ball of Bondage. There were gasps as they saw the shining glass dildo winking and glimmering from Cinderella’s arse.“I know you’re very excited,” he informed her, “but listen. She removed her shirt and pyjama’s and took a towel and went in the bathroom with her bra and panty. I sent her to the bathroom and was waiting for her to start showering.I heard the sound of her pissing and felt yuck. She turned on the shower and after a minute I banged the door and told I wanted to piss. Please open it fast. She wrapped the towel and opened the door. I went in and locked the bathroom and took the bra from the hanger and tied her hands so that she cannot move. I told her this.