The programme went on for a while in the same vein.
I was loving my new career path and Kurt loves how horny I am.
I am in bed with Kurt and we are relaxing as it is the weekend. We are drinking coffee and looking at the papers. Anna is with us and is snuggling into my breasts as I sit up in bed. She has always loved doing this, from when she was a little girl. Kurt grunts at something Donald Trump has said and I smile at his cross expression..
Adam comes into the room and curtsies. He waits with his hands in front of his skirt, and is quiet.
“What is it, Adam?”
“I was downstairs, goddess, and I have finished my chores and I have a wash on and I have done the ironing and I have a cottage pie prepared for supper tonight. Please goddess, can I be with you. I’ll just kneel in the corner.”
“Honey, if I wanted you here I would have called you. Now, be patient.”
Kurt looked up and said, “Why don’t you call Danny and ask for a date?”
“Oh don’t say that. He didn’t mean it, Adam. Don’t be so mean babe!”
Anna said in her sleepy voice, “Go to my room and put away the dresses I was trying on. They are in a heap on the floor. Check all my blouses for loose buttons too.”
“There you are, honey, after that you can take these cups for washing up and bring us all a fresh brew of coffee. Good boy!”
Adam burst into tears. He sobbed and called us all so nasty to him, before picking up the cups and going out of the bedroom.
“Come back! ” I got up and slapped him hard for calling us names and sent him on his way.
Later, Anna got up and went to her room. Kurt got up and had a shower.
I just lay there thinking about my wonderful life. My handsome husband, as well as my sissy one, and my bright and clever daughter.
I sighed in contentment.