Clay’s mother had been a widow for longer. Clay and I had moved in with our parents for the same reason: because we didn’t think they should be li...ing alone at their age.Clay and his mom lived in a great rent controlled apartment that she had had for twenty years, but Dad had this big house, too big really. There’s the master bedroom on the first floor, which is so big it’s almost a suite. It has a fireplace with a seating area, a large walk-in closet, and a master bath. Upstairs there are four. "Because I'm still human!" I exclaimed."Yes, sir," she said, entirely unrepentant.I sighed, smiled, then went on to the hard stuff. "Remember that I told you that I knew people who were like you? That enjoyed being submissive? That were happy?"She nodded."I want to tell you about one of them. She's my mother. She is a slave, and my father is her master."Cheryl gasped. "Really?" she asked."Yes, and my father has been very open about it with me. As a consequence, I tell them about my sex life as. ” He said referring to his husband.“I know and I adore him.” I smiled.He closed my office door, allowing me a moment to adjust my 40-DD breasts into my Lane Bryant black lace bra, adjust my matching black lace thong (,) and tuck my ruffled blouse into my pin-striped pencil skirt. I smoothed the wrinkles out, slipped on my 4-inch heels, checked my makeup on my compact and fingered my 22-inch Brazilian weave. I was ready for the day.“Knock knock.” Cherie said walking in. “Hello.” “Here are the. The new computer had been delivered and toconnect the new and old machines into a storewide LAN it fell to me topull cable under the raised section of the floor. I found I couldactually pull the cable along by crawling the whole length of theshaft. After I opened the shaft on both ends, I put on an old coverallworked my way into the shaft, crawled half the length and found someonehad turned off the lights at both ends.I called for someone to turn on the lights and heard someone say,"Where are.