Tim saw that Mr. Lindsey was satisfied, something he had never been since he was hired as Becka's tutor. Tim wondered, and tapped "his" in the sentence and changed the "s" to a "r" and hit save. An older version of Becka now stood in the doorway, the shiny black crop top and leggings showing off the body of a SILF that caught Tim's gaze. Mr. Lindsey winked at Tim, knowing he was caught starring.
"Care for a drink," Mr. Lindsey asked Tim, "You can bring one back for Becka."
Tim nodded and noticed the subtle change in Becka's now latex wardrobe. Tim got up and walked ahead of Mr. Lindsey back to the kitchen where Mrs. Lindsey was doing her own office work on the kitchen counter. Tim saw Mrs. Lindsey only wore what looked like metallic spanx. The bar stools all had a rather large butt plug coming out of the center, and one was clearly inside Mrs. Lindsey.
Mr. Lindsey handed Tim a drink, caught off guard again starring. "Tim, I appreciate what you have done for Becka, but your ... not receptive to our influence." Tim was surprised...he was getting let go and he needed the money for rent. Mr. Lindsey continued, "That suit my wife gave you, we thought you were open to this." Mr. Lindsey then sat on the bar stool next to hir wife, hir ass easily taking the large butt plug. Mrs. Lindsey leaned up and turned toward Tim. Mrs. Lindsey looked at Tim as she said to her husband, "I told you we should have caged him first. He sat on that very bar stool and agreed to serve...so now your a dom? We cannot have a dom around our little girl. Strip, from the waist down young man."
Tim reluctantly untied his shoes, slipping them off. Tim's socks were quickly slid off and then Tim slid down his pants, stepping out of them.
Mrs. Lindsey sighed, "You can put those back on when you leave. Come off with the shirt too. Don't show up at this house again unless you are naked or wearing what we give you."
Mr. Lindsey smiled, slowly riding up and down on the bar stool plug, "You like this one that much?"
Mrs. Lindsey pointed back to Becka's room, then pointed to the clothes on the floor, which Tim then picked up and went back to Becka's room without saying a word.
"Dad looks forward to you in the suit they gave you. I do too," Becka sighed and continued, "I guess it's another night as a gimp for you."
Tim's eyes widened, "Another?"