“You two get used to your new rolls.” I said as I grabbed my clothes. “Tomorrow we will sort out any questions you may have. For now Marion all you need to know is it is you primary job to keep me sexually happy, in anyway possible, and at all times. Wimp you will live in the basement. Your primary roll is to do as your told. To start with I get up at 7am every day and require my coffee brought to my room at 6.30. Understood.”
He bowed, “Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
I looked at Marion, sneering at her like she was some street slut and not my daughter. To me that is what she was now. Nothing but a slut. And the future mother of my child and grandchild. I went to my room and showered. Considering it had not been my intention to fuck Marion I was glad that it had gone that way. In fact I was over the moon, and my mind went wild with all the future fucking the slut was going to get. Once our child was born.
This story popped into my head and was on ‘paper’ in an hour and there is certainly a chapter 2 to follow soon.