It had been a few years – seven or eight probably – but I recognised her immediately as she approached across the crowded Friday night bar. It was... the eyes probably. But there was something different; the way she carried herself was more assured. Confidence and presence oozed from her as she moved towards me, arms wide and smile broad. “It’s been a while…” she said. “Wow. Look at you - all grown up,” I grinned. Then it hit me. Boobs. When she worked for me she was pretty flat chested I. That particular morning I was dreaming that my wife had allowed me to take our daughter’s virginity on her fourteenth birthday. Not only had she allowed it, she had planned it, orchestrated it, and even prepared our daughter for it.My darling wife had pampered Tanya for the occasion. She had broken Tanya’s hymen herself so that Tanya would enjoy sex with me her very first time and probably have an orgasm too. She had taught Tanya to masturbate, how to use a vibrator, a dildo, and even a butt. It was a day for family, and community.And Li Kuan was completely cut off from any of either.“Not completely, my dear.”Li Kuan ignored that, as she had ignored such incidents before. So deep even she was unaware of it, she felt that to admit the truth of what she heard would be the beginning of madness.She regarded her apartment’s kitchen with ill-disguised loathing. Even if she was so inclined, it was completely unsuited to preparing a proper holiday dinner. Indeed, it was only barely suited. They actually made me jump and I wondered what they were doing. They both smiled which reassured me a bit, then they spread my legs wide. Clive looked up and said with a grin “Did the lady order a fisting?” They had remembered my comment from earlier. I squirmed a little, not really used to fisting, not really feeling ready. “Who do you want first?” Clive, said. I could barely speak. “I don’t mind” I said shakily. “Who has the smallest hands?” I laughed perhaps a little nervously. They put.