Ravi picked up the paper and got engrossed. Priya took the dishes to the sink. As she was on her way Dev took her from behind, cupping her breasts.He ...neaded her melons.“Stop it Deva…your father is near” Priya was stuck.Dev didn’t listen. Priya in her nervousness, let go of the dishes and one plate broke….Dev took a broken piece and cut his hand. By that time, hearing the noise, Ravi rushed in.“Look Dev, you are bleeding…I will take the broken pieces, Priya why don’t you help Dev”“Yes! Dev come. As she sipped the steaming tea her mind raced, pondered, questioned.Was it genetic? Did Kyle inherit an innate desire to hurt and control from his father? it would seem so, yet she felt that answer might be too easy. Revisiting the feelings of guilt as she always seemed to do, she questioned what she had done, or, she thought, was it something she hadn't done? Dr. Sizemore had mentioned that teens, perhaps more than at any other time in their life, needed the comfort and security of loving. .."I clamp my hand over her mouth ... hard, "I said they're perfect, YOU ARE PERFECT, and my name is not Jonathan to you, it's Master."Her eyes fluttered up into her head, and she melted into my arms, "Oh, yes master," she said dreamily.I grunted. "Good, what is my name?" I asked gruffly.She sighed and burrowed her face into my shoulder. "Your name is Master."I pulled her face away from my shoulders forcefully ... and gazed into her eyes, still glistening with unshed tears. "And what are you?". A few more thrusts and he would release his seed. She knew from his face what was about to occur, and she kissed him deeply, she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to fill her with his seed, she wanted his pleasure and as he throbbed deeply within her and the spasms of his pleasure shook him she too felt the carnal surge flow over her and she screamed into the night. She lay in his arms beneath his cloak, the full moon drifting below the treetops, the smell of their carnality.