He silently grabbed her wrist and led her to his room, the one that she was never aloud inside of, and it was always locked. He blindfolded her and op...ened the door. He led her a few steps and closed the door, she heard it lock. She stood there for a few minutes wondering what was going to happen. She felt his hands on her, running up and down her body, lingering on her breasts and ass. His hand went up her skirt. Daddy w-what-t are y-you d-doing-g I stuttered. Shut up you little slut, your a. I had told Becky when I would be home, so I was surprised she wasn't there. I had just dialed her cell phone when there was a knock on the door.I opened the door, and there was little Becky. She had her hair in two ponytails and was wearing the white shirt buttoned over her breasts and her short schoolgirl skirt. I noticed that she was not wearing her collar or cuffs. "Hi, sir," she said. "Do you have some time to spend with me?" For you, little Becky, I'll always make time," I told her.She. I looked down at her slick, oiled-up bottom and caressed each cheek before I pulled her up for another soul kiss. I then carried Mom all the way into the shower and we both washed off the evidence of our passionate romp. There was no question now. She was my lover, my slave, my woman now. Mom belonged to me. The fact that neither of us cared about fidelity made it even more apparent that we were soulmates, as we were entirely on the same page by now. We fit together like a hand in a glove, as. “Gotcha. Thanks for the information.” Ludmilla said to him as she walked back to Giselle. “Did you get all of that?” She asked Denise.“Yes we did, she likes her husband’s title apparently...” She replied. “So seriously, what are your chances of winning?”Giselle looked around for a moment. “My opinion is that there’s only a few women that could give us a real run for our money.” She replied.Ludmilla was watching a couple of men near the starting line. “I’d be willing to wager big money we could.