She put the phone back to her ear."I'm gonna have to call you later. Thank you for everything."Grace ended the call and hurried into the living room."...Ted, I have to go to work. Can you finish dinner?"Ted rolled over and groaned loudly."The noodles are going to boil over, so you'll want to- OUCH! KAYLA PICK UP YOUR TOYS!"Grace kicked the plastic train angrily aside, wincing from the pain in her foot. Kayla looked up at her mother in surprise."Ted, did you hear what I said?" Yes," Ted moaned, but. It fit perfectly. I carefully slipped on the other shoe and stood precariously, trying to hold my balance in the heels."Don't worry, you'll get used to them," she said reassuringly.As I stood admiring my new shoes, Fiona reached back inside the bag and pulled out a smooth metal butt plug with a jeweled heart-shaped base and a small bottle of lubricant."Now, turn around sweetie and try to touch your toes," she said in her husky tone.I felt a little scared as I turned around, bending down and. Why did I say that? But I knew why. I wanted him to fuck Anita really hard.My dick stayed hard that morning thinking about what might be taking place. That evening at home, during supper, I asked Ana about the matter of the bathroom sink."Oh, Jack O’ already fixed it." she answered me smiling. "But, please don't ever hire him again. He made passes at me all morning."All the mental images of her getting fucked went up in the air. But I pressed a little harder."What kind of 'passes, " I asked her. Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tried to reason with me.I started telling her what I wanted and she would do it. At first I would ask her to fix something for dinner and she would. Then I told her to stop wearing a bra. I would punch Mom’s tits whenever she wore a bra and it worked. I still punched my sister’s tits no matter what, just because I always had.The next step was for both.