All characters are consenting adults.
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If you have not read part 1, you should know that my husband (whom I call Daddy as part of our power dynamic) has given his brother (whom I call "Uncle Brian") permission to use my body for his sexual release twice per day while his wife is away caring for her mother in Romania. I have consented to this (and secretly enjoy every second of it). I am not allowed to cum on Brian's cock, but my husband has agreed to give me forehead kisses and orgasms as reward for my cooperation each time Brian finishes using me and leaves. Wanda is a recurring character in my stories. She is a caretaker my husband hired to watch over me when He is at work. We call her my "babysitter," because that is how she functions, and because my husband enjoys humiliating me (and I enjoy Him doing so) by making it seem like I cannot be trusted to take care of myself.
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Candy is still in Romania, so Uncle Brian is still visiting me twice per day and pretty much wrecking my body for an hour each time until he finishes inside me, leaving me a crying mess for Daddy to cuddle back to life again.
I like Uncle Brian, especially when he brings me ice cream, but his dick is so big, and he is so rough with me. I am not sure how much longer I can endure satisfying his sexual needs until Candy returns home.
Currently, I am coloring a picture for Daddy, waiting for Him to get off work. Wanda said Daddy has to work a little late tonight, and I am to keep myself busy coloring, because she cannot stay. Apparently, Daddy got called into a meeting, but Wanda has an appointment, so I am going to have to take care of myself for a whole hour! It has been a long time since I was allowed to be home alone. That was back before Daddy hired Wanda to watch over me. Set the toaster on fire one time, and suddenly you are no longer trusted to be home alone! So here I am, behaving, watching the clock, so I can make sure to be waiting at the front door on my mat for when Daddy walks in expecting me to welcome Him home with a blow job.
I am startled by a loud knock on the door. I know better than to answer it. I do my best to be quiet and pretend nobody is home. Then I see and hear the doorknob jiggling. Now I am really scared. I think about texting Daddy, but He is in a meeting. I hide inside the toy box and try to quiet my breathing.
"Open up! It's Brian!," I hear. But I am not falling for that.
Then my phone alerts me to a text message from Uncle Brian. "Are you home, babygirl? It is me at the door. Open up."
I climb out of my hiding spot and check through the peephole, and it is Uncle Brian. Whew! I am so relieved! I open the door and allow him inside.
"Where's your Daddy?," Uncle Brian asks. "I am here for dinner and some fun, but I don't see his car, and I know he would never allow you to answer the door. He is not replying to my texts."
"Daddy is stuck in a meeting," I pout.
"Oh, you poor thing!," Brian says. "Why didn't Wanda answer the door, then?"
"Wanda left me in charge of myself!," I respond proudly.
"Is that so?," Brian asks with a devilish grin on his face. "And did you make us some dinner?"
"I am not allowed to cook without someone here to watch me, so Wanda made sandwiches for us to have for dinner tonight," I say. "She even made me a pbj!"