I got changed into some old boxers (my usual attire at home) made myself a coffee, and went out to see them.I sat at the table facing Mum, angled towa...rds my Aunt. My dick hanging out slightly. I was sure A. Helen wouldn't mind a bit of a look. :)She was very careful not to stare, but she did steal a few glances.It was good for me too, as our summer was looking like a scorcher.A.Helen was sitting with her legs parted, wearing a light summer dress, it exposed a lot of thigh. I could even make out. Never got one. –all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some. I set up a meeting so we could set days to get supplies and times for the workers to work. This turned out to be one of the longest days I have spent most of it was day dreaming about having sex with him. He arrived early as he stepped into the house I felt myself getting wet my nipples getting hard my breathing was faster. I could not help myself I had to do it I stopped in front of him and he ran into me he looked down at me and I reached up and kissed him I felt his arms go around me . . “I’m Deirdre,” she said. “Brigit sent me.”“Be my guest, Deirdre. The coffee is in the kitchen.”I showed Deirdre through to the kitchen and pointed to Brigit’s unused cup of coffee still steaming.“How did you know to have coffee ready?” she asked, as she picked up the cup.“Brigit left it.”“Brigit left it?”“Yes. She’s just left.”Deirdre nearly dropped the cup. Her hands were shaking as she put it down on the table. She had turned pale.“Are you OK?” I asked.“I think so, Raymond. Are we talking.