Ben was sure he'd lost his mind because he couldn't help looking at his baby girl's body and thinking, 'Christ, she's hot.' Her tits were so big, but ...they were still so perky. 'That's because she's just a kid. Her mother looked just like that thirty years ago.' Lindsey's mother did not have a belly button ring, though, something he knew about, and she was not waxed clean down below, something he knew now, but wished he didn't. Nikki was fully a woman, but sexy as she was, it was hard not to see. ”“No funeral services – yet,” Sam continued. “Sarah’s ashes are in a nice urn in my room. She wanted you and Chastity to take her back to a special place. Said you’d know the spot.”God help me; I blushed. Chastity stared, and when it dawned, she giggled and squeezed my hand. “That spot, right?” she asked, and I nodded. “That will be a good thing, a very good thing. It was probably the last time Mom was happy.”“So, anyway,” Sam continued, “I knew from Sarah that extracting Chastity wasn’t going. I use to wear navari (Marathi style saree) so that he can see my ass. I used to keep my boobs raised, my ass swings while he is around.One day, when I fond him starring my boobs, I made an eye contact with him. It was straight undisturbed, finally, he made his lips as if he was kissing and directed to my boobs. I was blushed but I still kept the eye contact.Next, he saw around finding none, he moved towards me, I was trembling with unknown fear. He held me by the ass and he kissed my lips. I. "Oh you have no idea. Tiffany honey, tell Michelle what you are wearing under your panties." Jennifer, I don't think... ," I started to say."When we are with Michelle you will address me as Mistress and Michelle as Ma'am, understand? And furthermore, it is not your job to think, merely to obey me. Now tell her."I nodded meekly. "Ma'am, I have a chastity belt under my panties." I blushed crimson as I said this and Michelle giggled at me."You are such a pathetic boyfriend, aren't you? I would.