Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The ...two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep."Wake up! You must get your bath." The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread.. Once she turned eighteen the passes became more blatant and increased in number. Again he never touched her in a sexual way but it was clear he wanted to fuck her.Brittany had also heard horror stories about step fathers taking advantage of the trust placed in them to molest their stepdaughters and even stepsons in some cases. Her mother's husband never did any of that even when Brittany sometimes forgot that a man was now in the house. One morning Brittany had ran out of her room wearing. They were very happy and extremely sexual with each other though not necessarily publicly. Early on, I could hear the sounds they made in their bedroom. I was a curious kid and I was a fast learner. I also observed how Mom and Dad acted at home with their mutual goo-goo eyes, their hand holding, their smooching, and their roving hands--gentle touches, mind you--not the gross copping of a blatant feel.Between health classes at school and my girlfriends, I soon found out much about sex and a. I turned around, looking into his eyes, chuckling a bit. He mirrored my expression. “It’s okay James,” I said, “You’ve been doing it every morning.”“What, really?” His expression had gone back to the guilty one.“But because I’m gay, I don’t really mind. I like it when cocks like me, and yours does a lot.”James laughed. Me being gay wasn’t news to him because that was the first thing I told him over breakfast. “Can’t help it, my cock is gay but I’m not. We have an interesting.