“I want to be like this for a few minutes. Why don’t you get dressed?” She sat up and let her legs hang over the edge of the massage table.I wip...d oil from my hands and forearms.As I dressed in the other room, I realized I didn't have an erection. I should’ve had one but I didn’t. Why didn’t I? I had no reply.I heard the massage table stop. The jazz was replaced by an announcer on the TV set.Next to the bedroom door was a sign that said Robes and it had an arrow pointing down to a clothes. ..DOM stops me and says to me SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, A SIMPLE YES OR NO DADDY IS SUFFICIENT ENOUGH. I'm quivering in my response to him...yes Daddy. Sir answers THAT'S A GOOD LIL BITCH. Daddy ask his little girl if she's ready to be a naughty slut and I answer yes I am Daddy. I hear a knock at the door and I hear several voices introducing others to MY DOM and when the door finally closes, I hear nothing but silence. My mind and heart are racing, my pussy juice running down my legs and I'm. So we adjourned to the hotel terrace, where I got mum to sit on my lap, kind of side-saddle, which enabled me to discretely slip a finger into her snatch, whilst we kissed long and hard.Mum had plenty to eat and drink during dinner, and as she was finishing her last cream tart she lay back in her chair and slapped her bloated belly as she let out a huge belch. I'm gonna have a job to move after that lot, she said. That's a pity, I said, I thought we might have a stroll along to the harbour. However, military hierarchy had spoken, so our jobs were fixed. Oh, well, I guess I can survive.We were issued weapons, of course, but these were all of the energy type, and I screamed bloody murder at that. I insisted that the material, whatever it was, in the armor of the weapons used against us made energy weapons useless. We needed something with a physical punch to protect the civilians properly. That must have been the magic phrase, because I was willing to bet that we would have been.