I walked toward him, naked, punished, slick from sweat and Mistress Sylvia. When I reached him, he took my wrist and walked me swiftly out the door an... to his car. Thankfully, no one was in the parking lot. We lived at least 10 miles from the aquatic center, though. I shuddered to think that someone would see me naked in the car. Master put a towel down on the seat, and I sat down, my heart racing. He motioned impatiently for me to sit down, and I did, still in a daze over what had happened and. I was lay on my bed on my phone, while Abby got ready for a shower. She was never shameful, she could walk round naked, she would go to the bath and leave the door open. Things like that. She was down to her top and panties. I looked down, and she was looking at me. She stood there for a bit and then turned round. I reached down and touched my rock solid cock. She turned round, and her boobs swung round with her, this was heaven for me. She new this, so she played on this. She took her top off,. The first thing I took out was a Bushnell 10x42 scope. I mounted it to the scope rings already in place on the weapon. The next thing was something I was proud of. I had found the plans for it on a website I'd visited many years ago looking for the Anarchist Cookbook. I didn't find the book but I did find these plans instead. I had an old Shopsmith Mark IV so I was ready to try my idea. I got it right on the 5th try. Carefully I unwrapped in. It shone in the sun like new. I attached the. Instead of the usual cereal and toast, I pulled out a mixing bowl and started work on an omelet. The pan had just about reached the perfect temperature when a thought came to me, and I rushed to the pantry to get some additional ingredients. Five minutes later I had two hot omelets each on its own plate sitting on a tray along with toast and juice. I carefully climbed the steps and knocked on the door to my father's bedroom.I heard some movement in the room and pushed the door open. Laura and.