Steve asked me to write, with him in first person, about a real encounter that he had with a cuckold couple.My name is Steve and I live in Ohio. I am ...of South Asian decent, and I have always taken a dominant posture in all aspects of my life. I was raised in a culture where the men are always in charge in family situations, and my father is also a dominant man. We were fortunate enough to have servants in our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in. They moved slowly so the members could take time to savor every part of their loveliness and touch if they wished.There was laughter from across the room and Sabrina's eyes widened when an older member who wore a black, feathered mask led a blonde in her mid teens to a raised area at the front of the room where a padded bench, table height, sat waiting. With some gleeful repartee, the older man escorted the girl to the bench where she obediently bent over it, the upper part of her torso now. Seeing the stranger and somehow recognizing its danger he tried to bring up his silver cross, but he was too late. Fixed in the burning red gaze, he dropped the cross to the floor and took another step into the room, covering the holy symbol with the hem of his gown.Her father was now too frozen in place. But unlike Nina’s nurse, he was forced to his knees, and then into a posture of reverent prayer as if begging his Lord to deliver them from this evil. You could see the stricken look on his. She stirred as I approached her from the front, lifting up slightly, exposing the tops and sides of her large, round breasts. "Oh, Bobby," she said, "I didn't know that you were home already." Appearing a little embarrassed, she tied her top securely, although as she was bent over, her heaving mounds still hung out of the bikini top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and headed toward the back door. "I have dinner in the oven," she explained, "so I thought I might take in some sun." In her haste.