I was just minding my own business, tending to this beautiful home your step-father bought me, and you just had to stop by. It was YOUR choice. Remember that? You wanted to see him, you wanted to know why he missed your wedding. I handed you the keys I was wearing around my neck and pointed you in the direction of the basement. When you came back, what did you expect to find? Did you not know your stepmother is a dominatrix, from the tip of my thigh-high latex boots to my cleavage spilling over the top of my tight corset? Didn't you see that glint in my eye? A real man would recognize it. ... Show more