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I helped Nicole out of the car, giving her distraught face a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. She took that for the reassurance I had intended and squaring her shoulders, prepared to meet the day's events. Her daughter, similarly aroused, bounced out of the car on her own, her abbreviated shirt lodged well above her nipples. Fortunately for the public, Janey had been able to pull the limo up right in front of the first shop and I ushered the two over exposed women right inside the first shop in a matter of a few steps.
The corset maker was waiting for us and immediately hung out her "Private Showing" sign. The hanging of these signs was becoming popular, to the point you needed to check on the availability of some of the more popular shops. Knowing how expensive these private showings were, I could understand the status they afforded the "special" customers. Some of the artisans accommodated the requests of some of their clients by listing the name of the client being served on the signs, then, at the close of the showing, presenting the sign to them, properly framed for hanging.
I suppose for some that it was a status symbol of sorts and that the signs would be hung in a visible place with pride. For Nicole and Simone, I had requested that the showings be anonymous and to the relief of my craftsmen, they happily complied. It seems I had started a trend, but the publicity and the demands on the craftsmen were embarrassing. Profitable, but still they were just a little uncomfortable with the publicity the private showings were causing.
I left Nicole and Simone in the capable hands of the shopkeeper and her assistant. The two women, still in a semi-erotic haze, were quickly divested of their garments and as I left, were standing nude on the casting stands. Simone was more alert than her mother was and stared wide-eyed at the restricting garments tastefully arranged around the shop. Again, Janey's tale of the first Family Day gave her a clue as to what was going on and she winked gaily at me as I waved to her on my way out.
I tapped on the window of the limo and motioned Janey to get out and come over to me.
"I want you to stand out here during our stops. You need to do two things. First, and most important, keep attuned to your Mom and make sure everything is going OK. Otherwise, just stand here and be alert for anything unusual."
I patted her on the back, just over her gun, to let her know I was serious. I was.
She looked at me wryly.
"Can I pick up customers?" referring to the fact she was dressed like a hooker.
"Only if they're worthy of you, Janey," I replied as I climbed into the back of the limo.
That comment set her thinking and I heard her muttering darkly over our link when she realized that any 'customer' she could 'pick up, ' as she put it, would automatically not be worthy of her, and besides, what would the price of that sale be. A conundrum, for sure.
The interior of the limo was dark and smelled like, well, it was a great smell in that it was the odor of my love's arousal. I reached out to Sally with my link and sent her over the edge with a sustained climax. I untied the end of her crotch thong and laid it down between her ankles. Then, in one swift move, I buried myself to the hilt in her dripping depths.
Sally was bound too tightly to arch her back in reaction to my impalement of her cunt, but she tried. In her mind she began a wail of ecstasy that lasted for several minutes. When she was quieted down, I slipped out of her cunt and put the tip of my rigid tool against her nether hole. There was not even a moment's hesitation on her part as she relaxed against the impending invasion. Slowly, savoring every millimeter, I sank into that tight orifice. Once imbedded fully, I leaned over her, draping myself over her back. It was a lot of weight on her, especially in her present condition but I wanted her to feel fully consumed by me, surrounded, protected, owned. I supported a little of my weight with my hands and knees, but for the most part, she supported me.
Sally seemed to respond to this additional mental bondage in much the same way she responded to physical bondage. She embraced it, welcomed it, staying quiet, waiting for me to make the next move. That move was to use the intimate and total contact between us to establish what was the strongest link between us to date. Then we 'talked', as best I can describe it.
It wasn't something I would want to do often, as there was no place to hide. There were no fancy words, no euphemisms, no long pauses, no walking away from embarrassing situations. Our souls were laid bare to one another as never before.
I also wouldn't trade that time with her for anything. I had been spending a lot of time with Nicole and, truth be told, I was terrified of losing Sally. I needed reassurance from her that this relationship was truly what she wanted. I was frustrated, too, in that I couldn't yet 'connect' with Nicole. I was relieved in a way to find that she couldn't sense her either but it didn't make me feel any better. We both knew that Nicole seemed to perceive some impulses and send some signals out that we could pick up on but apparently she just didn't recognize them for what they were.
We 'talked' about Janey, too, who was intently listening in on her link. For once, I didn't mind. I felt she needed to know how I felt about her, how much I loved her, how much I respected her and how relieved I was that she had recovered as well as she had from the trauma that had started all of this. I also felt she needed to know how unsure I was about our unusual family relationship and that I was fearful that the openness of our living arrangement would backfire and harm her or Simone or all of us.
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