She knew it was coming from the basement. Her vent was always a direct connection to the basement and even though that was two stories below her, she ...could hear everything people said down there.“…that’s why.” Her father’s voice came up.Missy leaned in closer, her fingers slowing.“Because I like to see you naked and crawling. I like to see that white butt up in the air and your pink little pussy poking out ready for me to fuck.”“Yes Sir.” A woman’s voice came up.“I didn’t tell you to speak. Get. ’ His soft words in her ear as he pulled down the wide neckline, down over her shoulders and halfway down her arms warmed her, setting off a flutter deep and low in her belly, the pulse starting to throb between her thighs. Pulling down the cups of her bright pink and black lacy bra so that her breasts spilled out, hanging out and held framed by the straps and bunched up material below the round globes he continued ‘Soft unmarked breasts, skin so white and soft, tits so dark and hard, begging. Are you going to let her tell you what you can and can't read? If my old lady tried that shit with me, I'd kick her ass out on the street. I'm the boss at my house. Maybe you guys should have married an Asian woman," replied Jim."So Brad, do you want to tell us a little about your past and why you are now divorced?"Brad's Story:Not much to tell you except I blew it. We got married young and the sex was good. I had a sales job traveling and was gone a couple of days a week. I spent too many. " I laid down next to her and put my hand over hers. This was to be our baby and I wanted to be a part of everything. She smiled. "I love you, Master. Thank you for doing this for me. And thank you for making me your slutwife."We laid there side by side, holding what we hoped was the first beginnings of our new life inside her."Master, what are we going to tell Mom when and if we get pregnant?" Well, Mom is a practical, sensible woman. Once we explain what it is we are doing and why we are.