“I wouldn’t say I’m sorry about it, Mikey. Surprised at myself, yes. Worried about you talking about it to anyone else, too. If it got out--”I... blurted out, “I won’t say anything,” stopping her short.My aunt pulled a face and looked doubtful. “I’m sure you mean it, but these things do have a tendency to trip us up. After a couple of drinks, when it doesn’t seem to matter. You might be talking to one of your friends…”“Aunt Janet, I won’t,” I said, emphatic. I remembered the look on her face, her. For the very first time imagining that instead of a stranger using my body it was my father’s huge cock sliding up into me.So that was the beginning of all my ‘research’ and eventual road to being a cock loving slut. Like I said at the beginning I used to think it started when I saw his cock that evening, but now I’m pretty sure it was the night I was raped (I guess it was rape?) in the bathroom. If that hadn’t happened and I hadn’t realized I enjoyed that darker side I may have just run away. She then lays theclothes on the floor also. She then walks over to Alison and dries heroff. Then she takes the towel off her head and dries her hair.Mrs. Thomas then lays Alison down on the changing pad and puts thediaper on her. It has little bunnies on the front. She then puts theplastic pants on her. Then she is stood up and the white chiffon slipwith pink lace is pulled down over her head. Then the party dress is puton her and is zipped up in the back and the sash it tied into a big. Her slightest wish is your command. Do you understand me?"They both nodded looking at Jan with awe. Jan sent them to clean up quickly. They both said, "Yes, Mistress," and waddled to the bathing room. We all sat down. They returned a few minutes later, clean though bruised from their punishment last night and this morning. Jan ordered them to prepare breakfast for all of us. They went to the kitchen rattling around and looking helpless."Lind," Jan said. "Please help them and teach them what to.