When he heard the story he had tears in his eyes. It was the first time we ever saw our Dad cry. He told us that Marsha was too strong-willed a woman ...o take her own life. He said someday the truth would come out.After Mom's funeral we hardly ever saw our grandparents on Mom's side. For some reason they blamed Dad for Mom's death.It was now three years later and Dad was up for early parole. Grandpa was there to let the Parole Board know Dad still had his job waiting for him. His apartments were. "Oh, Christopher—that feels really good." Yeah it does," I said.She got off my lap and we started to kiss, but we were kissing for a different purpose now. I continued to play with the closest titty while we kissed. I felt her hand go inside my boxers and grab my half hard dick."Oooh, Christine—it's so much better when you do that."She started sliding her hand up and down on my dick, slowly but masterfully. So—this is masturbation!"Oooh, that feels awesome. Do it some more, please?" I asked.She. "I need to pee." Again I denied him that right. I knew what he was doing. He was fully aware of my love for being in control and how much desperation turned me on. We had discussed once how I really wanted to see someone do that in person, to have that sort of control over someone. I'd seen the various videos of the girls so desperate to go and wetting themselves. I never cared much for the wetting part, but the desperation, the moans of pain, the begging; that got me really wet! I had. “First, the names are Steve and Barbara. Although I love ‘Mrs. Sloan,’ this is almost the first time I’ve ever heard it. Needless to say, on our island Steve never called me that.” Looking pensive for a moment, she raised an eyebrow while looking at Steve and added, “For that matter, Steven Sloan, I can’t remember you calling me anything.”“I did, too!” he protested. “I recall saying ‘Let’s fuck!’ numerous times. I did, too, talk to you.”“Thank you very much. I guess that’s why I started to.