Look for my parents secrets

Your father wants to impregnate Me, and your mother is ok with that to an extant where she gave me her bed; none of this makes sense. You search everywhere in that room to find any clue.

In the back of your mother's closet, in a box, you find the mother load. Your mother has been writing in her diary every day for the last twenty years.

Your mother and father met about a year before You were born, so You start on that book.

Mother's story

My first real job as an Attorney! I can't believe I got this job—a start-up company with lots of capital. To land a nest egg like this as a first job is a dream. I'm standing in from of my closet just in a modest black thong and matching black bra, wondering what to wear. I have just finished tossing aside ninety percent of my closet when my eyes find a modern black dress. I slowly pull it over my head, put on a pair of black stalking, high heels, do two turns in the mirror, and then head out the door.

For Today's agenda, I have a meeting with the president and the VP. The brothers and in a family there are always secrets. If I am going to be this companies lawyer, I need to know them all so I can get in front of them.

I walk into their offices like I own the place, sign in, and walk straight to the main office.

Five minutes later, the two brothers walk into the room "good morning; I'm ms. {maiden name}"

"It great to meet you. I'm {father's first name}, and this is my brother Tom."

I really don't like wasting time the pleasantries so I jump straight into the work." Good then. are either of you married?" which catches them both off guard.

"I'm not; Tom is?"

"Ok good, the next question goes double for you tom then. How many sexual partners do you have."

They both look at each other and remain silent." come on, boys, if I am going to help you, I need to know all your secret."

They remained silent and just looked back at each other "ok; I'll take that as a yes.than, how many partners do you have." They didn't say a word" is it more than five" they looked back at each other "ok, it more than five, did you at least make them sign and nondisclosure and consent from"

Tom looked over at his brother before finally speaking up, "we were hoping you would help us come up with something like that.just with a couple of special modification."

"That I can do. It's my job to ensure your vises do not hurt the company."

Tom grins "good because currently, we have had to hold back with all our vises, and we would like something that will allow us to safely fully satisfy all our fetish."

"Now I can't personally suggest or even condone the increasing your vises, but I can certainly work on a contract to make your assets and the company safe from them if you just list out all of your fetishes. "

"Good" tom listed out every disgusting fetish, starting with BDSM to **** impregnation and everything between, while his brother just silently looked on. To me, he was almost ashamed of his brother.

When he was finished, I said: "ok, that might take me a little while to make it airtight."

{father's first name} gives his brother a stern look, "the safety of the company is the top priority; I'm sure my brother can control his urges for a little while longer."

It took me four days of hard work and research to draft the contract. Right before I handed it to them, I gave it one last read over. I was like dr Frankenstein looking over his creation for the first time. I looked at my creation With the same horror he had when he first realizes what his creation was capable of.

You see, In Order to protect against all legal action of some of Tom's more **** fetish, I had to make it less of a one-time consent and more of consent until listed objectives are met. I have always hated women who acted stupidly. It made our whole gender look bad, and you really must be stupid ever to sign something like this. But as I look over it, I actually bitty anyone stupid enough to sign it. This piece of paper will allow Tom to act all their sick fetish out on them. No matter what happens, those women won't get a cent out of him. As I hand it out, I know I am handing over the keys to the kingdom to the biggest pervert I have ever met.

With the hour, he has some stupid blond bent over his desk. The next day he had a foursome with some interns, And it only got worse from there. Two weeks later, I saw him offering his secretary the uses of the company's banquet hall for her wedding; I had enough. I quickly ran into {father's first name}'s office.

"Is everything I'll right Miss. {mother's maiden name}"

"I don't know how you can live with it."

"You mean my brother." I nob, "well, I tend to ignore it."

"Ignore it... It's everywhere."

He reached his hand out, "come with me, and I'll show you." I take his hand, and he walks me out of the office. That night was one of the funniest nights of my life. He took me to the best local restaurant and the local club. It was a night of the best that money can buy, and when it's over, he was a complete gentleman; he drops me off, wishing me a good night with just a kiss on the cheek.

The next day he didn't try anything. He gave me space. We enjoyed lunch on serval occasions, but nothing more. During the next few days, it became my job to review all the videos of Tom's actions to ensure that nothing happened that wasn't covered in the contract even though just about everything was covered.

It was two weeks of watching him fuck random girls, with the only break being my lunch with {father's first name}.

And then one Monday morning, I was **** to watch tom interaction with his secretary, Timmery.

--------video-------

They walk together into tom office.

Timmery knows about the contract now. It clear she is not happy from her body language, but she has already accepted her fate. She growls, "so is it your fetish to fuck a bride on her wedding night."

"Not exactly," he places two pills on his desk beside a glass of water." my fetish is to have as an equal chance to impregnate the bride as her future husband."

She places her hands on her hips, "you perverted bastard."

Tom smiled. "Oh, be nice. I could have easily said my fetish is to impregnate a bride on her wedding night. At least his way, he has as much of a chance as I do. Unless you don't want him to have a chance."

"No, I'll take the chance."

"Good. Did you wear what I asked?"

"Yea, I wore me first nightwear just like you ask, you pig."

"Everything must be equal." Tom smiles.

"What about those then. Do you plan to give me ex, so I can't remember. " she stares out the pills.

"Oh. I want you to remember tonight, so you can tell me if it's mine. Those are not ex. They are fertility ****."

"Fertility ****. Those aren't fair."

Tom laughs, "Why not? He can use them as well."

"You know he won't... He has no reason to we said we won't seriously try until a year after," she argues against him, but she'd still take the pills.

After the pills were in her stomach, she quickly and unceremoniously cast off her long gray trench coat. She now stands in front of tom in nothing but white lacy honeymoon lingerie.

Tom got down on his knees in front of her, but she back away. "Don't even think about it."

Tom smiles, "if you are not wet, then my swimmers won't have anything to swim through to help them get to your eggs. Now that does not sound fair, does it."

Her hands clench at her waist. But she steps forward, allowing his mouth to come in contact with her white lacy thong. His tongue quickly pushed the thin piece of fabric to the side before enjoying the texture and taste of her pussy.

He licks up and down her lips, between which her would circle her clit. For a whole five minutes, she desperately tried to fight it, but her mind eventually gave way and followed shortly by her knees. Her body stumbles back and comes to rest with her ass sitting on Tom's desk. Tom's head quickly followed her to her new position. His hand spread her legs as far as they could go allowing his face to get even deeper into her pussy. From this location, he began to tongue fuck the inside of her cunt. With her body shaking the repeated sensation of his tongue penetrating her, Tom was satisfied with eating her out. Over the past weeks, Tom has become very swift at de-pantings himself in front of a naked or partially naked woman. When Tom pulled his face back from her wet pussy Timmery closed her eyes to recollect herself mentally. By the time she opened her eyes, his suit pants are already in a pile, and his naked cock was pressing into her pussy lips. When their eyes met her, thrust into her. Her body bounced off his cock. His plan works perfectly; her hands were **** to wrap around his neck for her to remain upright.

With her hands preoccupied withholding her up, tom can use his hands to push the straps of her partially see-through teddy top off her slender shoulders.with each off his thrust, more and more of her cleavage came into view until he couldn't stand it anymore. His right hand reach up, grabbed the teddy by the neckline, and pulled it the remaining way down. To prevent it from ripping, she had to let go of his neck. As a result, she fell flat on her back. Tom took a second to admire her. Her teddy was bounced up around her waist while her soaked thong is pushed to the side. He continuously fucked her, causing her tits to bounce. At this point, I have seen enough. I pressed fast forward in the video.

Image of Tom's naked ass fucking his naked secretary speed by the screen at 4 x. They continued fucking for thirty minutes of the camera's time before Tom finally strained. I have seen it countless times before. He was coming. When he was finished, he pulled out and exited the room, leaving her half-naked on his desk with cum his leaking out of her pussy. I had to continue watching her half lifeless body to ensure that no one else touched her.

I finally let out a shy of relief when she began to move. She slowly got up and wiped the excess cum off her body. Taking extra care around her swollen pussy. Then to my surprise, in walks Tom. "No, how can this be?" After all the time I have been **** to watched him, he has always been a one and done guy. Then I realize that I had left the video on fast forward, and an hour has already passed by. by the time I corrected the speed, their argument was over, and Timmery was already getting back into her position on the desk to be fucked again. To make a long story short, He repeated that same process six times that night. At 4 am, he stopped fucking her, allowing her to pass out on the desk while cleaning all the sex room. At seven, her party arrived to help her get ready. I was about ready to turn the video off until I check his time logs out. It was thirty minutes after the party left for the wedding. I quickly cycle through all the cameras. I found him in the utility closet fucking the bride's 49-year-old mother over the sink.

Frighten, I quickly flip through all the contracts. I let out a shy of relief when I know one signed by Timmery's mother. Just below that one I found one signed by Heather, Timmery's best friend and maid of honor. After he was done dumping his load inside Timmery's mother, I followed him off the cameras, half expecting him to run to Heather, but he didn't. Instead, he snuck into {father's first name} officer through the private side entrance. I quickly flicked over to the camera to find Timmery fully dress in her gown, alone and gathering her thoughts. Hearing the door open, she looks up to see Tom standing there with his finger over his mouth. She clearly is not happy about seeing him, but after a night of fucking him, she had long given up on saying no.

"It's only fair he gets you in the dress, so I should too."

She doesn't say I word. She just bends over and pulls her dress above her ass, reviling a different white long than last night to him.

He spends the next three minutes fucking her in her dress on all fours. After her finishes cunning inside her, he returns her thong to its rightful place, trapping he cum inside her and soaking the thong with his cum. She then stands up, fixes her dress, and he exits out, even kissing her goodbye.

Minutes later, he clocks out. If he ever fucks the Heather, he must not have done it in the office. Making it impossible for me to check. Feeling sick to my stomach after watching all that event, I find my self-stumbling into {father's first name} office. After closing the door, I allow my body to slide down the door.

I look up to see {father's first name} standing over me. "I'm sorry you have to watch all my brother filth."

"For the security of the company, someone had to do it, and how better to do it than the person who created the contract that allowed him to do it."

He reaches his hand out, "how about this. You have been driving through his garbage since you got here; I think you need a vacation. I have a business meeting in LA. How about you come out with me."

I took his hand, and before I know it, we were checking into our hotel room in LA at 10 pm. As he opened the door to the room, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw two beds. I thought to myself he is always a gentleman. He even allowed me the bed next to the window. As I stare out into the large city, I am overcome with the urge not to be alone. "Ah -{father's first name} do you mind if I join you."

"Of course not," he slid over in his bed, making space. "except for both our safeties, there is a document in my briefcase."

I pull out a form from his briefcase and give it a once-over. It's a standard consent form. Nothing close to what I wrote.

He spoke up. "Don't get me wrong; I have no intention of having sex with you unless that what you want. I hurt want both parties to be safe when the sun comes up."

"Ok," I quickly sign the paper and slide into bed next to him. He keeps his word and doesn't touch me all night. In fact, it the best night of sleep I had since joining this company. I wake to the sound of the shower running. My eyes drift up to the contract. For some reason, I wanted to re-read it. Maybe I could find out which internal wrote it. There was right; my signature was something that I missed last night.

Below singer hereby also agrees to binding words in doc Id #. I know the document without even reading the number. I was trapped in the same contract I wrote.

As the horror finished setting in a saw ----- walking out in nothing but a towel around his waist. I quickly throw the contract at him and scream, "so what's the fetish."

"So you finally saw it. Smart, isn't it. It's Tom's idea. Tom has been taking law classes almost every night and should be passing the bar within the year. He said you would be too smart to sign your own contract outright, so he wrote this."

I screamed again, "Get on with it. What's the hell is your fetish."

"I'm right, my fetish. My fetish is to have a woman by my side to help me raze a family."

I growled, " this is a sick and stupid way of asking a woman to marry you."

"That because I don't want a traditional marriage," he dumps his binder out of bed. It was full of pictures. "In a company made up of 64 percent woman, I got most to sign the contract of yours. I even managed to get a few outside the company. Although most don't know it yet, and I haven't slept with anyone yet. "

"So, what does this all mean."

"I'm not looking for a traditional marriage. I'm looking for someone to enjoy my money with me, help me run my house, raise my family, help me satisfy my urges, and not care about what I do at work. That my fetish."

---Break out from the flashback---

I set the diary down. It all makes sense now. I know why mom's only rules were no work at home. The home was the one place she had control over, and if she ever let work in, she would lose that.

"So you know now," I stand up to see my mother standing at the closet door.

"Yeah," My whole life and their marriage is a lie; what else was I supposed to say.

"Well, don't let your father know. I have come to learn that He is a kind man but if he finds out that you know. To keep his fetish with me alive, he will never treat you as his daughter again."