I slept fitfully, still waiting for sexual release, but she quickly fell asleep at my side with her arm across my chest and head leaning against my ar...m. Our relationship continued like this, we still went on regular dates, and continued to fall deeper and deeper for each other. My training as her slave also continued regularly; every weekend from Friday night until Monday morning I was in her control. A few weeks ago Mistress Sun wanted to try some endurance bondage on me and I willingly. I don’t get bothered by this. I’ve got Jess and he’s stacking potatoes.After we collect things we came for, she maneuvers me down the wine aisle. “Isn’t this kind of like that stuff we drank in Galveston?”“Pretty close,” I said. “Chardonnay. You want a bottle?”“Okay. And if we like it, we’ll get some more.”By noon the pots on the stove were simmering, savory, waiting for the knock on the door.It came. I started towards it. Jess raised her hand. “Let me,” she said softly. And there’s the smile.. It’s just a couple blocks.”“Okay. I will insist, however, on giving you rides home from school.”“Well, if you must,” I replied.There was much chuckling.The six of us were working on dinner, an eggplant and mushroom polenta bake – a new recipe for us. Dad was being goofy, getting us all to smile and chuckle. After the past few days, it felt so right to be down to the core of the family, having fun, putting an interesting dinner together.Dad had roasted the eggplant chunks in a cast-iron skillet. She still wouldn’t open her legs. So he grabbed them, spreading her legs. To her surprise, she could not resist much. He spread her legs and stared for some moments at her beautiful, trimmed pussy.She was embarrassed to show how wet she was with her stepson. He pulled her hips closer to his mouth. He buried his face in her pink pussy, his tongue flicking and playing with her clit. He raised her hips a little more, his tongue just below her asshole, licking it along her pussy.His thumb rubbing.