Master came into the kitchen. He pulled me aside, and in a low voice gave me instructions. When he was done, he addressed Lisa. He spoke to her in a low, but commanding voice.
'Help with dinner. Learn how we do things. You're going to learn some things tonight. You have a big day tomorrow and then we're going to talk about your future'.
He kissed her and squeezed her breast. Lisa blushed and smiled. We put aprons on, with nothing underneath. My son made a small gesture, and Dana got up and followed him into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out, a look of purpose on her face. She went to the chair where her clothes were, slipping into her white blouse and leather skirt. No bra. She handed the bra to Heidi.
'Take care of this. I have to go and get something. Ask your mother if she needs anything'.
Heidi came to me holding a fancy lace bra. I looked over to Dana and shook my head. She nodded and slipped into her shoes. All of her shoes seemed to be heels, and made her tower over the rest of us. I enjoyed serving Dana. She could be very sweet. She could also be a very hard mistress. I wasn't sure which part of her I liked best.
My son went to Heidi and told her to get Jackie here. As he talked to her, he put his hands between her legs and openly played with her pussy. I was getting wet just watching them. My sister was a good assistant, but she had no concept of time. Most of my time was explaining how to get everything ready at the same time. Timing, in cooking and in life, was everything.
Heidi went off and put on a short skirt. She only wore skirts here at home, or on very special occasions. I knew there was nothing under that skirt. Her little tits were firm, but still bounced some as she walked around topless. She started to set the table.
Heidi actually hated dresses and skirts. She always preferred shorts. She would wear a skirt here, since she still maintained the easy access to her pussy and ass that her master demanded, but also because it made her feel good. At least that was the reason she gave us. In truth, I think she just wanted a place to stash her phone. It was always tucked in the waist of her skirt. Both of the younger girls were like that.
Jackie was a year older than her sister, and she was the girly girl of the family. Her make up and hair were always perfect, and you wouldn't catch her outdoors unless she had it together, hair styled, clean and well dressed. She drew a lot of attention and got chased by men and women alike. No one had caught her yet.
When she came home, we'd never see her for a while. She would come in through the basement, where she had a stash of clothes she considered proper for home. She would strip down and redress in an outfit that she considered respectful to her environment. To me, it was like the stripper clothes my husband would sometimes buy for me, very short skirts, see through tops, thigh high stockings and heels. She and Dana got along very well.
