"I suppose ye know by now what's happened." he began, "I don't know where she went, when she'll be back, or even if she'll be back. But 'til that happ...ens, it's just the three of us, ye see? We must go on like nothing happened. We all must take up some of the slack. Cindy, that's going to mean more work for you. Carl too. I work all day, so there's not a lot I can do around here. We haven't got enough to pay a housekeeper. So that means Cindy, ye've got to help more with the house, laundry 'n'. He never would have done what he did if I had been dressed otherwise. He lost control and put his freedom and his precious job in jeopardy. Had I not been wearing that skirt, he probably would have simply called the police.I was the felon. My shoplifting had caused everything, but what he did was very unethical and illegal. We were both so guilty, we both contributed to this mess, but only one of us was pregnant.I looked down at my lap. He for sure would not have done it if I had looked the way. That seemed to be more "grown up." We both had bathrobes to wear; Tommy was using one that had become too small for Dad.We removed each other's clothes, mine first. That was not as sexy as it might sound because I was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts, flip-flops, and no panties. Tommy had essentially exactly the same thing. Anyway, he pulled my tee-shirt over my head and surprised me by kissing my nipples. Oh, God, that felt good!After a while, I couldn't take it any longer and pushed him back. It looked like a pair of fake breasts and Master laughingly assured me that’s exactly what they were. He called them ‘Breastforms’ and said with the special adhesive he had aquired they would stick to me quite nicely and look amazing under the nightie. Master put the horrible fake tits on my chest with a practiced ease and when he finished I swear it looked like they belonged there. He had chosen a rather large size much like Beth’s 38DDs and I feared that was the intent. Next Master reached.