I freely admit that I enjoy the torment and uncertainty of the possibilities that such a liaison could bring, but, I see no threat. You have to unders...tand what a natural alpha-male is, you see there is much confusion on the mater, especially in realms of human sexuality. People often mistake bullish attitudes and demeaner, the imposition of will over another by brute force as being illustrative of the type. Indeed, for some people who live the “cuckold-lifestyle” or in some BDSM circles, that. He was watching me closely and quietly as the photos were now close-ups of the two women in all their glory."Do you like what you see? I believe I have a beautiful and sexy wife and daughter," he smiled as he spoke."Um, well, I would say so, your wife is gorgeous and… so is your daughter Gretchen," I managed to speak without drooling. "I suppose you are asking yourself at this moment, why I called and asked you to come by here today," he spoke quietly and deliberately. "Why I have shown you. I lick my fingers clean, she tasted like strawberries. She knew why I stopped and soon grabbed me by the waist looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, while undoing my jeans wanting more..a lot more. I wasn't going to say no at this point I was well beyond even thinking of stoping.I took her and laid her out on a fallen tree log, with nothing but a white pair of panties on. WIth a glorious giant wet match showing through as bright as day. They were soon off hanging on a tree with the rest of her. “I told you, Liya. You don’t fucking listen. You almost got us in trouble!” Mistress was still in the hallway, making sure we returned to our respective bedrooms. She made her authority known again to us. “Ceres?” she said. “Yes ma’am?” “Watch your mouth.” “Yes ma’am,” Ceres said meekly. Getting up from off the floor she shuffled back to her room, anxious to retreat to the warmth of her thick quilt. I had something else on my mind as I continued towards the stairs. Mistress Julia.