(Originally by Stonefort28)
I slowly made my way downstairs, my now unrestrained breasts bouncing about. I then started my "routine" which was what my father usually did in the morning on a weekend. He gets up early, heads downstairs made a pot of coffee and starts to read the paper. So far, that's I've been doing, it... almost feels like a habit in fact.
I started the pot of coffee and I made my way to the front door and quickly got the paper off my front porch. I then poured myself a cup and sat at the kitchen table. I took a sip of my coffee and thought about what was in store for me today, no doubt something that I would probably detest, something that I would probably never dream of doing, but such was my life now after I used that stupid, stupid remote.
Just then however...
