Chapter 53

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 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 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.

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’ 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 impaling her,
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.  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 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.
  Our souls were laid bare to one another as never before.

I also wouldn’t trade that time for anything.  I was 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 what 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.  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.

The hour passed quickly and I reluctantly withdrew from Sally’s clasping
anal embrace.  I had prepared wet towels for just this occasion and cleaned
us both up, replacing the crotch thong just before I exited the limo.

Two very agitated women awaited me as I re-entered the first shop.  The
craftsman and her assistant had had instructions from me to keep the two in
as aroused a state as possible, but without allowing for any release.  They
had apparently been very successful, hence the agitated state.  I had
noticed the new addition of several hanging ropes and quickly guessed that
the two had been ‘stabilized’ after I had left, for security purposes, you
understand.  Once helpless, with their hands bound overhead, the two had
been helpless against the advances of the measurers.

Grinning, I took an elbow of each of my women and, with a satisfied nod to
the owner, escorted them out of the shop.

Nicole and Simone looked like they needed a breather, and, as were had the
time, we walked to the next shop in the next block.  I waved Janey back into
the car and she followed after safely pulling into traffic.  Surprisingly,
there was another parking spot directly in front of this shop as well.  I
was beginning to see a pattern here, but I was damned if I could figure out
how they arranged it, if that is what they were doing.  This was one of the
busiest malls in the country and parking spots were at a premium at any hour
of the day.  To find two available spots directly in front of where you were
going, back to back, was too coincidental.

The second stop was for undergarments, those tiny frilly kind that served
only to inflame the male lust, or female lust, as the case may be.  This
shop had the same instructions as the previous one.  The two were stripped
and bound before the intimate and very hand-on process of measuring the two
women began.  Nicole groaned in frustration as she relaxed into the bonds
supporting her.  Simone, grinning at her mother, rolled her eyes at me as I
blew her a kiss before exiting.  I think she was beginning to see a pattern
here, too, and one that Janey had not warned her about.  Hey!  I had to keep
things interesting for such a young quick mind, didn’t I?

Janey was waiting by the car this time, a slightly worried look on her face.
  When I got close enough she grinned nervously at me, her eyes darting from
me to someone behind and too the side.  She was shifting her weight from one
high heel to the other.  One hand, her right one, was behind her back, and I
knew what was back there.  Suddenly, I recognized the stance she had subtly
shifted into.  She had moved into a shooting posture, ready to defend her
helpless mother.

Now at full alert, I slowly moved my hand to my own pistol, loosening it in
the holster.  Smoothly, I moved to her, keeping off to one side so as not to
block her shot if she needed to shoot.

“What’s up, Pumpkin?”

Janey was so intense on the situation she didn’t even react to that hated
nickname.  “There’s a guy, 6 foot plus, 220 or so hanging around that window
two stores down.  He was at the last stop, too.  He, well, he looks out of
place, Dad.”

I used the mirror to look backwards down the street.  She was right.  Jimmy
did look out of place in front of that dress shop.  My sigh of relief must
have been audible to Janey, as she looked up at me quickly, taking her eyes
off her target.

“Its OK, Janey.  That’s your backup.  Jimmy.  He and I have worked together
before…, well, just before.  He’s going to be pissed that you spotted him.”

I quickly scanned the area.  The other two ‘backups’ were in place.  Janey
saw me glance around.

“There’re more?”

I nodded.

“The black guy?”

I nodded.

“The lady with the baby stroller?”

I looked at her in surprise.  She had picked up on all three.  Maybe Jimmy
wasn’t going to be pissed.  Maybe Janey was just extra observant.

“You’re going to have to tell me how you picked them out.”

“Oh, the guys were easy!  They were the only two who didn’t look at me when
they came close to me or walked by.  They looked everywhere else, but not at
me.  I mean, come on, Dad!  Even you can’t keep your eyes off of me!  It was
almost the same with the lady, but she was a little tougher.  But I noticed
that she looks everywhere but at her baby.”

“Very good!  I’ll pass that along.”

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For making sure we would be OK.  I mean, I know how to shoot, but I never
have.  Anybody, I mean.  I was really worrying about it, too, that I might
have to.  I wasn’t sure if I could or not.”

“You would have done the right thing, Janey.  I know you would have.”

“Well, maybe.  But I did find out one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure I could do it, I mean, if it meant protecting Mom or you.
Nicki and Simmie, too.  But…”

“But what?”

“I wouldn’t have liked it.  If I had to shoot someone, I mean.”

I softly kissed her on the forehead, regretting very much the tiny bit of
innocence she had just lost with the realization that she could value one
life above another’s.

“We never like it, Honey.  Never.”