I wanted to stand up from my chair and move away from her. But her hands that embraced my legs arrested my mobility. I thought of gently pulling her u...p. But being a women I was confused where I could touch her without being a sexual harassment. Her hands wrapped my leg and where beyond my point of view and reach. If it was a male I would have caught him by his under arm and would have raised him. But being a women she under arm is a sensitive junction of her blouse and side boobs and so is a. "You are not going to throw life away on some spotty moron!" Annikahad almost shouted when the girl, at fifteen, had brought her firstboyfriend home to 'meet the family'.Well he was exceptionally spotty and seemed not to understand that itwas him that my wife was calling a moron: which thinking about it,proved that he deserved the title. His moronic grin confirming myopinion of him nicely.After that Melinda had not paraded anything similar in front of us,this kept Annika happy and reduced the. This left mum and myself on our own.Mum did everything for me, gave me evrything, we were best friends. One evenung when I was 14 I came home from school late as we had had rugby practise.When I reached the top of the stairs I could hear her humming softly. The light in her bedroom was on and the door was partly opened."Mum?" I called out softly. "Are you okay?" Hi there," she replied. "Come on in here and talked to your mother darling." Nothing strange here as we often seen eachother nude. I canceled my room and just went up with Yolanda.I was very tired from traveling and didn't want to do all the work with being her master, so I told her to get naked and get in bed. It was cool outside, but no snow was on the ground. I got undressed and climbed in the bed with her. I kissed her and felt up her tits. I played with her nipples as we made out. After stopping, I said, "You know that it's the slave's responsibility to ensure that she's protected if she doesn't want the master to get.