"I was sort of brow-beaten into this by my high spirited daughter." Yes, Mistress," Chrissy said with a laugh. "My Mistress can certainly be a handful.... It's a good thing Master likes his slaves spirited." Spirited!" I snorted. It was funny, but there was a distinct difference in the way she said Mistress to me and the way that she referred to Becky. Mistress, as it referred to Becky, was almost reverential."It doesn't bother you to be handed out like this?" I asked her."No, Mistress, quite the. His Scandinavian heritage gave him a fair complexion and blonde hair, but this was different. His new hair was more golden than blonde and it lay wavy and thick, closely upon his head like a skullcap. He showed not the least hint of male-pattern baldness despite his thirty-eight earth-years age.His face retained his original features: a high, proud forehead; prominently crested brows above deep-set blue eyes; a narrow, sharply defined nose with broad nostrils; and a wide, generous mouth framed. ”I quickly stripped down to my briefs, to which Lori laughed, “ you have got to be k**ding, little boy underwear?”She walked up to me and in one hard yank, ripped my shorts right off of me. Looking at my dick, Lori said, “heck Jay, would never have realized it, but you have at least a normal size cock, I am surprised. Good size balls too, think you will have to go commando tonight just in case Mom gets a chance to cop a feel”.I started to protest, but Lori grabbed my scrotum and said. “Quit. The wine was a very tasty red which she did not recognise, called Barolo, which David explained was one of his favourites and which, as he put it, “could stand up to the red cabbage”.“Do the Lisboa serve it then?” she asked, made bold by three glasses.“Of course not,” he answered, “The Lisboa is a Portuguese restaurant and this is a wine from northern Italy. I was lucky to get this, ottanta due is the very best at prices I can afford.”“I thought it was called Barolo?” she was confused.“Yes,.