_______________________________________________________________I thought I meant what I said about being a nudist around my dad's house but not even l...nch came around that I wore my pj's again. For the next following days I been trying to avoid my dad and he seemed not to notice how I been staying in my room a lot on my insecurities near him. I really love my dad but what happened before all of this started gives me the shivers. My dad touched me. He even rubbed me and I loved it but I don't. Shewas so absorbed in the thoughts of this procedure that she forgot aboutthe worries of serving Mistress Beth. Linda also never picked up on theuse of the words 'transported to Mistress Beth's home'.When she had completed her lunch duties, Lady P removed her gag and aftergiving Linda a chance to have something to eat and to loosen her jawmuscles, she gave Linda a chance to ask questions. Linda's responsebrought tears to her eyes as she said "Lady Patricia, you have my totaltrust and. But beyond the improvised and antiquated torture device she was strapped into, there wasn't a single sign of "unnatural" materials in the room. Even from the wooden beams, structs, and boards was absent any synthetic materials, nails included. Everything seemed to be glued together with a splotchy, white paste, probably "all natural" too. The smell was authentic pine.Her own "impurities" were also, of course, absent. Her gun was nowhere to be seen. Her nanomite blade, usually strapped to her. Although the heels of her feet rested right in my crotch.I'd been at it for a good quarter hour when she asked, "How about rubbing my calves, hon?"I shifted my hands up the backs of her legs and ran my fingers along her taut calves but the heavy denim of her jeans made it hard to work. Still I tried.But after a bit, she stood up and said, "Close your eyes and don't look."When she sat back down, her jeans were on the floor and her legs, again propped on my knees, were bare. I couldn't help but.