As we laid there, breathing extremely hard, and snuggling too I watched her sexy looking face. I told her “You know something Erin…I absolutely lo...ved how cute you look when you breathe like that. In and out you go and as you breathe like you do you breasts will go in and…mmmmmm they come back out. But Erin, I’m looking at your nipples and boy, wow girl…are they fat or what?” She looked down at them. Then she giggled after seeing how big and fat they were. I reached across and gently, and. I checked the video equipment out in the 'dungeon' or 'playroom', as I liked to call it, and loaded fresh extended play tapes in the recording machines. I used professional-format equipment, so I could get tapes that had space for more than the poor quality EP format VHS that recorded 6 hours on home equipment. After Linda finished cleaning up from the grilled New York Strip dinner I had prepared, I told her the Master would be coming by later to visit his 'Bitchdog'. That was her signal to. Seeing her cry like that, just now, had touched that soft spot again that he had for her. When he went sitting next to her, she laid her body against his, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Then she took the remote back in her hand and pressed play. The image on the television started to move again and she saw how her dad took a deep breath and then he started to talk:"Honey, before I tell you everything you need to know, you first have to know something else. If you see this. They can be such degenerates. And you are such a young thing.”Oh, if only she knew.“I will, Mother.”My nipples tingled as I embraced Mother. She was endowed, too. I had inherited much of her beauty, including her blonde locks, though hers were even paler than mine, a platinum compared to my gold. I was suddenly aware of our breasts pressed tight together. Ever since I saw two women have sex in a stag film at the Sunset Playhouse, I had wanted to be with a woman. I had hinted to Father for weeks.