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I sat on the floor and took a slice from the box. “Things have taken a bit of a change wouldn’t you say mum?” Brian asked.“You could say that Brian.”“So new life means new rules.”“What do you mean?” I was a little apprehensive but knew without question that I would do whatever he demanded of me.“Well as PJ and I are going to be using you whenever we feel like it there is no need for clothes when you are at home. Heels and stay ups will do. You can keep the shirt available in case anyone knocks, but you will only ever do the middle button up. And you can get rid of your underclothes. No need for them anymore.”“Well I will have to wear some for work and when your dad is at home.” I said, a little afraid now. “If your dad ever thought I was cheating that would be the end of us and I won’t risk that. And I certainly can’t risk my job.”“Don’t worry.” Brian said, “Dad won’t find out. When he is here you can wear the skimpy red bikini bottoms. He won’t notice anyway. He is always out with.

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