The girls were dressed similarly, Ivy in red panties and a white tank top that didn't make it all the way down to her waist--I could see shadow of her n*****s--and Emma in pink panties and a pink tank top that did make it to her waist. I considered chastising the girls for dressing this way in front of me. I suspected Ivy did it to get a reaction from me, but I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Besides, I'd seen them both in less last night.
They placed the tray in my lap and then climbed into the bed, one on either side of me.
"Thank you." I said.
"It's our job to take care of you," Ivy said. "Master Daddy." She winked at me.
"Definitely," Emma said. "If you're going to be putting a roof over our heads and keeping us fed and taking us places and all of these things while we ar
