Now what? This is where my ex would have been useful. I've tried to help my daughter understand as much about her body as I can. I was okay with the b...sic birds-and-bees talk. Years ago, I had explained to her about menstruation and the physical changes her body was going through as she changed from a girl to a woman. I thought I had pretty much covered everything. She was fully prepared when she got her first period. She knew how babies are made, how a male's sperm gets to a female's egg, how. Jess disengaged from me, and stood to go over and hug her sister. I followed suit.“So, good afternoon?” Kate asked her sister.“Incredible afternoon,” Jess replied. Kate raised her eyebrows and left it at that. I was sure they would talk about it later. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what Jess told Kate.It was now time to get working on Christmas dinner. Katelyn put the oven on to preheat, then put the roast in to cook. She said she could manage without our help, but put us to work anyway.. ‘Y…yes Sarah’ She walked over to me and slapped my ass hard. ‘Don’t you dare call me that. From now on you will call me Mistress and you will be my little sissy slut. Got it?’ ‘Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.’ I said. The feeling of my ass being slapped had instantly made me hers. I could feel my clitty strain against the soft fabric of my thong and I couldn’t help but stare again at the big black cock and her massive plump breasts. ‘Good, now get on your knees bitch!’ She grabbed me and. . “CHARLES!”Oh-My-God, it’s cool. Breathe ... be cool. I walked up to her. I could tell she had been crying.“What is it, Mom? Is something wrong? Is Dad hurt?”“No Honey. I’m-I am crying, because I am so proud of you dancing like that,” she said dabbing at her eyes. “Now then, who’s this lovely young lady?”“Oh, excuse me, both of you? I’m sorry. Antoinette Newman, Mom, this is Claire McArthur — Claire McArthur, this is my mother, Antoinette.”“Did I raise a gentleman, or did I raise a gentleman?”.