Still, he was glad of the offer of a weekend away. I told him that my Uncle would pick him up the next day and drive us to his caravan. Weirdly, Marc�...�s eyes kinda lit up when I said it was my Uncle taking us away. Still, didn’t give it much thought and off I went to get my kit packed.I’ll tell you about Marc. He was a proper girl’s boy…always had our female classmates hanging around him (thought never seems to be stepping out with any of them) and not really surprising to be honest. He was. Well I showed up and my Son In Law had just gotten out of the shower and was walking around their house naked looking for clothes. I saw him in the buff and we made eye contact. He quickly and politely covered himself then jumped into a room to throw on some clothes. We laughed about it and didnt really talk much about it. Later that day as I sat at my daughters house I found myself thinking about his cock. I cant get the thought of his thick cock out of my head. During my stay neither him or I. He makes me call him Master. I’ve heard others refer to him as Pinkman. I’ve never met him in person, but he forces me to answer Skype calls in which he has me take off my clothes and perform for him. These performances usually involve pain and always humiliation. I thought this was bad enough, but yesterday he raised the stakes higher.My Master leered at me with the glint in his eye he has when I am in pain. He talked to my tits, as he always did. “You fucking whore, hit your tits harder,” he. You have to take into account the International Date Line. In Japan it is seven a.m. on April 16. And I've got to go to work. I'll see you this summer."Saturday was one of the difficult days for the family. It was that way every year, but we were coping with it better. It was the fifth anniversary of Lexi's death. The fifth anniversary of Samantha, Dani, Courtney, and I being wounded. We all went to the River and found several others of the extended family there as well. Ross, Monte, Judy,.