But then, after looking at the frame a second time, I wondered how come I found this picture odd. My daughter had always loved Stephen, even at such a...young age. With a sigh, I walked up to the second floor and entered my bedroom. To my horror, I found Stephen lying soundlessly on my bed, everything below his waist hidden under the covers. I immediately wanted to kick him out of my house but I knew my daughter would hate that, she hadn’t seen him in five years after all. I suddenly remembered. As Lynn arrived at the top of the stairs, Master was standing there to greet them. Lynn was finally coming-to, and questions were flooding into her head. Why could she breathe under the liquid gel? Why was Mai-Lin also able to breathe freely the gel? Why did she have no feelings of fear, nor anxiety, her mind was exploding with unanswered questions. What is this all about, this is no BDSM scene, what is going on?Master had anticipated her doubts, and told her that all she needed to know would. Slowly, a plan forms in my mind and I wait for the chance to execute it. One day, you come out of the shower, naked and drying yourself off as I steal a glance in your direction. I am at my computer and you pay me little attention. You are brushing your hair with your back to me. I feel the time is now or never. I grab my strapless dildo and a bottle of lube and sneak up behind you. I nuzzle your neck, then growl into your ear, “You are mine!” Before you can escape, I push you toward the dining. “You’re amazing every time I see you, but you’re also always different.” He sighs while he licks his lips casually. “Not that it is a bad thing. I like different.”“Well, I’m glad you do,” Mela says, flashing him a smile. She completely removes the towel and tosses it to the floor. “Now, while I have you all to myself, what are you going to do to me?”Anders takes his gaze off her to look toward the bedroom door again. “Where is Janelle?”“She isn’t here,” Mela says with a small sigh. “But I am.