The little whore, Cassandra, woke up early and went downstairs with her blonde hair and make-up fully done (as per my rules). Only wearing white 6in heels (another rule) a pale baby blue frilly lace thong and a cute white and blue mini apron that barely covered the nipples of her small perky tits or the front of the thong. She made my husband breakfast and served him the food and coffee, all while bending over at the waist (more rules) or leaning over to let her tits slip out. She even teasingly fed him bits while on his lap. He was so distracted, I watched unnoticed until he was nearly finished eating. I made myself known with a little cough, asking “I hope I’m not interrupting anything” He looked panicked, but Cassandra didn’t skip a beat. “Oh, Auntie, you're up. I just wanted to make breakfast to thank you and… Uncle” purred that last word nearly in his ear before continuing. “There is some for you on the stove.” She did not get up to serve me, instead giving me a smile as she slid off his lap to clean up after him, letting her tits bounce in his face one last time. He thanked her, saying how great the food was and how he appreciated having her around. A partial lie, since the whore is a shit cook.
Cassandra cleaned up, and my husband told me that was nice of her and that he was starting to enjoy having the girls around but wished they would dress a little more. He was not very convincing with that last part, since it was clear he was struggling in his little pink cage, and a very noticeable wet spot formed on his pants as he hurried off to work. I ate the cold, unflavored food, making Cassandra lick my pussy as I did before I rushed off myself.