But in hisdreams, it all seemed to make sense. Bruce was going to bethe man he would be with. The only problem with that wasthat Albert was not the wo...an in his dreams that he neededto be. There was no way that he could be nor that Brucewould ever want to be with him to begin with. But none theless, the dreams had been wonderful, and he was not goingto mess his head up that early, so he just enjoyed thememory of the dreams and got up and had a shower.Albert had to be at work that day for about. ”“Please…Mistress… I will remember…slaves eat on the floor…please,” she begs the tears falling from her eyes now.Mistress swings the belt across her ass harder than ever again and again and then stops and say,“Now spread your legs and don’t make me repeat myself again.”The slave spreads her legs as the tears fall from her face and she whimpers fearing what comes next but wanting to please her Mistress she obeys.“Wider whore.” The slave quickly does as she is told and waits for the coming. “Because you love Dad, and you're always going to be his slave!” I moaned while just a whisper of prickles ran across my thoughts.“I will!” howled Mom.“And Dad! You'll treasure Mom! You'll be such a good Master and husband to her!”“So good!” Alex groaned. Just like you'll be a good slave and wife to me.“Yes!” I howled.I came on my parents' faces.Alex's words set me off. The pleasure exploded in my cunt. It swept out through my body. My juices squired out of me, bathing my parents faces. I. .. seventeen days ago? How could that be? I felt like I'd been gone for months."I understand," Doreen said, compassion warming her voice. "So you still haven't answered my question. Is everything okay? I haven't seen your friend Christine since that first day." Her voice took on a catty tone as she asked, "Is that what's been keeping you tied up so much?" Doreen!" I barked, almost choking on the bite in my mouth and doing my best to cover my mouth with a napkin.She was laughing so hard her.