Here’s my story. My favorite day-dream of Ray, told as of the day after. I was horny and frustrated. My children were with their g...randparents so I went for a walk. I love hiking, but I wasn’t going to go too far. I have a bum knee and didn’t want to hurt it again. I was out about a half-mile away and I heard a familiar voice behind me. “I want breakfast with you in the morning. Should I call you or nudge you?” I turned, my heart leaping. It was Ray. . . where I feel like I'm submitting, being used for his pleasure. I whimper "thank you daddy."He stands up, and takes off all his clothes, and sits at the edge of the bed. "Lay across my lap, boy" he commands. Feeling like a proper submissive slut, I reply "yes daddy" and lay naked and exposed over his lap. His hands go straight to my muscular ass, kneading the cheeks, spreading me open, rubbing everywhere. Being man-handled like this feels so exhilarating; I'm in that haze of a headspace only. Hans took Danielle's suitcase and put in the overhead luggage rack, hisown considerably larger case was taken away to the attendant'scompartment.Danielle smoothed her skirt under her and took a seat."How much do I owe you?" she asked rummaging in her handbag."Nothing. Please allow me the privilege of paying for you Madame."Hans tried to close her handbag.They struggled a little and Danielle snatched the handbag and ripped itfrom his grasp; Hans' hands fell into her lap, one of them resting. Following that came several light carts with our luggage and a veritable herd of spare horses. Elizabeth was determined to arrive in style and her arrival resembled the progress of a minor royal. Her passage had been the subject of much comment through each town where she had overnighted. She gracefully stepped down from her coach and her father?s eyes widened with shock as he finally realised who it was that had honoured them with visit. ?Elizabe-!? ?Before he had finished his.