If something happens to me, I hope that the new Top will relax such rules, particularly for Daddy, who is likely to be in a state of grief and no cond...ition to serve well for a while.Speaking of which, Melvin, my sweet husband and slave ... my dear, hard-working, loyal cuckold ... yeah, that's funny, isn't it, given how much of a stud you can be at times ... I know that you have been longsuffering in the face of some of my capricious and at times cruel conduct. I have misused my power over you. That boy Randy, he would have never had a chance, but why was it that no sign of the girl had been found? Was Max holed up somewhere, playing with her mind and her body? No, he had just let the worse rule his mind and emotions. Believing that Waylon might actually…he shook his head. No, he was not going to think about it. He was going to put it out of his mind. Just as he put what Max had done to him out of his mind. It had been hard telling Keni what he had, admitting that he had been used. .." " ... Yann, Ivan, Sean and Juan." "They are brothers." "They say your sons." "But we..." " ... and Zane..." "We are not sons." "We are other." "We want to be like them, Boss." "How become we the sons?"It took me a second to link all the sentences together. Then I got it. The idiots must call themselves my 'sons' - as twisted as that idea is. "Ok. Listen, the only difference between you and them is the sex." Ja." "Yes."I waited but they didn't go on. "I fuck them. I'm not fucking you two.". ‘I was about to when your daughter walked in.’ ‘Oh you poor dear,’ she cooed, sliding her hand up my thigh and cupping my crotch gently. ‘Maybe we could pick up where we left off? Over at my place?’ ‘Really?’ she asked, her eyes wide. ‘Whatever works for you,’ I said, feeling all anxious like a teenager asking his first girlfriend to go steady. ‘The weekend’s coming up. I think there’s a Christmas concert down at the mall.’ ‘Oh Blake,’ she sniffled, ‘I’m going to cry again.’ ‘Why? Do you hate.