.. feel the relationship. Feel the feelings you have for him. Mom. Son. Remember what that means. Mom. Son. But that's not quite right, is it? That's ...not what you remember, is it?" Her brow furrowed a little, just like the book said it would. "You remember another word. Mom. Master. Mom. Master. What does the word 'Master' mean to you? It could mean obedience. Devotion. Loyalty. It could mean that you are a slave, that you are owned, that you are controlled. What does that relationship mean to. A sissy could then pass a series of tests to return to the surface but only if they could prove their intellectual value, that shouldn't be hard, I'm a genius, but I love my father, anything that would disappoint him would simply devastate me, so I have trouble making the big decision. I have been cross-dressing and fagging about for a few years now, but I can't think of a way to tell my dad how I live my life. it's a daily struggle, but I distract myself with all the pleasures Androville. In fact it was happening right now."Come on Jeff, harder!" a female voice shouted from the bedroom.The large, soft bed in the bedroom of the apartment didn't creak at allas the two sweaty, panting lovers gyrated against each other in it, butthere was still plenty of noise seeping through the walls. The couplegrunted and panted, whimpering and gasping as their sweat-soaked bodiesslapped together. The woman was on her back against the pink and whitesheets, her thick thighs spread wide to allow. It’s hard to think of a better breakfast venue than mine here on the aft deck of my boat, the river quiet, serene, before the people show up with powerboats and the loud music that they seem to want to drag everywhere with them.My river. A hundred decibels of hip-hop or plasticized ‘country’ music does nothing to enhance it. The sound of a redwinged blackbird with mating on his mind does enhance it. On mornings like this, even my library of classical music doesn’t offer anything to compete.My.