You lifted your head and started to move up and down, when I placed both my hands either side of your head and pushed you down onto my cock as I raise... my hips and started to fuck your mouth….gagging slightly, you carried on sucking on my cock….after several minutes, you lifted your head, kissed me and turned around, with your back to me, you lifted your dress spread your legs either side of mine, and lowered yourself on to my hard cock. Holding on to your ankles, you start to move up and down. "I smiled at him. Congressional Medal of Honor, huh? "If I was to finish washing my hair by ... say Saturday at 8 pm ... would you promise to leave your handcuffs at home? And you'd have to meet my father when you pick me up, of course." I couldn't believe it. Here was ME, looking for a date with an 'Older Man.' But what the heck."I work from 7-3 on Saturday, so I think I could do that. Umm ... Wear jeans - if you haven't been Line Dancing in Austin on Saturday nite, we'll do that." Okay, it's. For starters: are they real tattoos?"--- "Yes. They are permanent. And 'RHM' below my belly is a real brand."--- "You mean, that you burned your skin with something?"--- "With a red-hot metal brand. But I didn't do it to myself. I was branded. By my owners."--- "Who is RHM?"--- "That's off limits. So please don't ask it again. I wont answer."--- "I could have taken pictures, you know. I could blackmail you."--- "Firstly, go ahead, and take pictures. You'll have a nice souvenir and hopefully. “I am not part of the family. I really can’t have a say, Ma’am” she said.“You don’t have to call her Ma’am,” My Dad said.“She is just trying to follow the rules for slaves,” I tried to interject but my father said these were house rules. “The only person she needs to call Sir or Ma’am here is me or other Principal Dominants,” he rejected my suggestion. He turned to Charity and apologized for not including her.“You are a valued part of this family. You have lived with us for six years. You are.