” she began “wait how do you know about that already?” I asked and she said she heard mom screaming at dad about it over the phone this morning ...efore she went to school. How do you feel about it? I asked. “Well I don’t really feel much I guess” she said and her eyes got watery. Come on Nessa talk to me. She wailed and began sobbing incoherently. All I heard was how could he do that to our family and Aunt Lucy is a whore. “It’s ok Nessa, people who do bad stuff always have it come back to them,. Wickedly."Why ... why are we going there ... Master?" she asked him."You are going to get a tattoo," he moved closer to her inside the car."Please don't tattoo me. I never had one and those things hurt. Look I'll do anything else you want me to do ... Master. But those things are hard to get rid of," she begged him."I have tattoos too slave. You have seen mine," he chuckled. He had a tattoo on his back of the German eagle carrying a circle on its talon and within the circle was is swastika."Are. A childhood disease had left Tom infertile so we had never had to worry. Our daughters had been adopted at birth. Conclusion: stick with Tom and women!The problem was that I was not sure that is what I wanted. Timmy had given me some of the biggest orgasms that I had ever received, rivalled only by that first one with Julie. Jennifer, when I chatted with her, was no use. If I wasn’t going to continue to avail myself of Timmy, I should send him to her! It was all so simple to her.For me, it was. "If I met Steve in your place?" Dale," she replied with no exaggeration, "it would mean the world tome." All right. No kissing, nothing stupid, but I'll do it. For you."Jenni gave me a huge hug. "I'll never forget this, little brother. I'llmake this up to you for the rest of my life. And I want you to know thatSteve and I will always welcome you in our home."I thought she was rushing things a bit, but it was good to see her sohappy. I told her good night and went inside.I took of the silly.