. Mary, has our son put more memories in your head? I felt newmemories kick in the minute I walked into our home. Look, he's doing itright now!" The b...aby was softly glowing again. Other changes werehappening again. But this time it was the whole room. It was no longerthe laundry room, but a nursery. My sons bed room. It was filled witheverything he could ever need. Toys, a rocking chair and a ton ofdiapers and necessities."What is he? I mean my son? No...Your son?" I was confused. Somehow. ’s old and I love my mom. Her name is Mary You may think so what we all love our moms, BUT I make love to my mom. It all started when my dad left my mom for another woman, it was the worst day of her life, and she did everything for him and worshiped the ground he walked on. He came in one day and packed a bag and left, not a word why or a reason. We found out three days later when a letter came from his lawyer stating he wanted a divorce and gave a financial settlement. I came home and found. I went to the manor and to his office, where I broached the topic of my duties."Robert, if it would please you, I would like to talk to you about my duties."Shutting the door behind me, he gestured to the couch that he ass fucked me on a few days earlier."Are you having regrets, Stephanie? You know the conditions, and you agreed to them." Yes, Sir. The last couple days, I've been thinking about it, and I willingly submit myself to you. But I am asking, as my master, please don't hit me. I will. I didn't know this at the time, nor did he know about me, which became a problem later, because his Maitre' de was writing down the names of the woman that consorted with the Germans for later reprisals. Rolf and I were seated, and just after he had ordered our dinner, the music started. Living on the meager meals Jillian and I could make, made my dinner a feast, and I understood why some women were gambling with their lives by staying with, or being seen with a German. Under the makeup and.