Unbidden, I cleaned him with my mouth, hoping to earn some modicum of acceptance in his eyes.I understand perfectly what had happened. I had been simp...y going through the motions, passively obeying his orders, not desperately seeking to please him as a slave girl should. He, the photographer, had seen this in my body, and had known how best to impress on me my slavery. I looked up at him with a kind of awe and gratitude. In making use of my body, he had reminded me of my place, my role in life.. I wasn't sure what to do - wasn't sure that this was even going to happen" You smell and taste delicious," I said as I kissed the musky jungle. "And even though I don't know who seduced who, I'm loving every second."You're your father's son alright," Mom said, her eyes watering up as she probably thought back to days gone by. "You're going to make some girl a lucky woman some day." I've got the woman I want right now," I said as I licked around the perimeter of her enormous areola, making the. ”“What?”“I was trying it out ... don’t you like it?”“Not sure. There’s the place I got my tuxedo from, David’s Bridal.”“Can I go in and look at wedding dresses?” she asked giving me a ... look.“Oh, all right. You have fifteen minutes ... I will wait out here.”“No,” she said, grabbing my hand and turning me in a circle, “You’re coming in with me.”In a moment of monumental coincidence, Brian and mom were there. He was sitting down, where I wanted to be. He got up we all hugged, and the girls left. Pulled them up and zipped them. He pushed himself up, his eyes hardening, as I reached for my bra. “What the fuck, Diane…” his voice trailed off, a faint first trace of bitterness there. I looked up, arms behind me catching tiny little hooks. He had stood up and stepped close, his eyebrows pulled down to join wrinkles above his nose. Breathing in I could smell the wood spice of his cologne, causing me to sniff again and tip my head closer to him; involuntary, instinctive hunger, like the saliva.