She began by saying not to take anything she said the wrong way, but that she had something that was bothering her, and she felt she could talk to me ...bout it "safely." What's up?" I asked.She digressed, saying that she'd recently discovered my "other" story -- the earlier one (involving the incestual game of truth or dare). I was surprised, thinking she'd known about both of them all along."No," she said, and, added that in fact, she might not have emailed me in the first place, if she'd seen. Just once in a while, and then never very seriously - that initial uncomfortable feeling would turn me off every time. But a few days later I was reading and chilling and thought about masturbating, and the "fulfilled" feeling came to mind, so I decided to try again.This time I got some lube and the dildo and went into the bathroom where the shower seat was perfect for this sort of thing. After lubing my finger and making it slip up inside me all the way, I sat, knees spread, balanced on the. I cant explain what happened to me, but I found myself raising to meet his fingers, and the slaps on my ass. Each stinging blow causing feelings deep in my pussy till I exploded on his fingers, and had one of the best orgasms of my life. My ass was burning, and probably beet red, the bed spread wet from my tears, and I had never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life. I was chanting “fuck me James , fuck me , fuck meeeee. He just sat there, and told me to tell him what I wanted. I said “I. “Well, certainly by now, by simple probability, at least one of the maids or cooks would be with child. Yet none are, despite their most energetic and eager practices with the rest of my staff. Do not be angry, but be happy, since we shall be able to make love play as we wish without worry, and any child will be our conscious choice, not an accident.”“James, this is the most astonishing thing I have ever heard!” I exclaimed.“Indeed, it is, yet it is perfectly true. I will be happy to begin.