I still remember when these two assholes, who were bullies to begin with, tried to beat me up when I was a freshman, one afternoon after school. But M...rk beat the hell out of the both of them so badly, that they both ended up in the hospital, where they had to learn how to walk again…anyway, back to the story. After we graduated from high school, Mark and I both got music scholarships to the University of Houston, which wasn’t that far from home and is where part of this story begins. ~~~~~~. Our hands moved down to our pants, we worked eagerly to undo them, and awkwardly pull them off. If someone could see us they probably would have laughed at her bare butt pressed against the front window as we moved. Both of us now bare, she moved down quickly, wasting no time she slide onto my hard penis. I could have cum in that first moment. I was overwhelmed with emotion. The woman I had always loved, was finally in my arms. Her soft, wet, yet tight pussy moved down to cover my whole member.. I found myself exploring some areas I never thought about before and it made for an interesting sex life.It was around this time that I got a call from my 33 y/o daughter. She wanted to visit me and needed to ask me something. I did not feel particularly close to her but we had an okay relationship. She would occasionally phone but I did not see much of her. I told her a visit would be fine.The next she arrived at the house. She was a little overweight but she had a nice figure with ample. Finally, she placed a shiny leather hood over my head that had a hole for my mouth and nose to poke through.“Baby, I can’t see,” I said.“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” Heather screamed before smacking me on the ass with what I assumed was the leather strap.“OW shit Heather,” She smacks my ass again. “OW, I…I mean Mistress, Mistress.”“Better Slave, now, down on all fours like the dog you are.”I dropped down on all fours, and I felt her attach what I assumed was a leash to the collar. Heather.