." he trailed off as he thought. "Peter or Paul or some such, wasn't he Reg?" Peter," the other man said. "Peter and Harvey Kittering were the two bro...hers, older and younger. Both run off to make their fortunes in the world, I heard, and neither heard from in years." Are the parents still living?" I asked."Abbie is... still pretty feisty too," the one called Reg replied."Doesn't get out much though," the other man added. "Haven't seen her out in a few years." She's got a live-in companion and. .. had she brought up some latent dominant side from somewhere deep inside him?His father had been a dominant and he had become her Master shortly after they met and she had loved serving him. He had shown her her submissive nature and showed her that it wasn't wrong to feel that way–despite society's politically correct, woman empowering attitudes. He had taught her how to serve him and how to please him and Erica had fallen right in step. It felt somehow natural to her... like this was the. That night I slept naked and masturbated for long time thinking of being dad’s wife. I had a heavy ejaculation that day. From next morning, I was looking for every possibility to find him masturbating. But it did not work. On the following Saturday we went to a park taking our lunch with us. I purposely wore a short skirt and sleeveless t-shirt so that my dad could see my bra clearly. In the park I sat in a way that he could see my panty very nicely. But, nothing happened.The next day was. "Come on. I want to drink and dance some more. Later I'll take you back to my apartment where we can play all night long if you want."No one seemed to notice them returning to the pub. Their table seemed to have lost a co worker or two. Probably the married folks getting on home for supper. Greg and Eve sat down at the table, this time side by side, and ordered fresh drinks. There was an empty chair to Eve's left which didn't stay empty for long. When she felt a presence sitting next to her she.