I was too busy trying to sort out my feelings about my first encounter with Logan. I found myself sitting in my car, not knowing how I got there and h...w I managed to remember where I was parked at. I put my hands on the steering wheel and laid my head on top of them. I was feeling so confused and overwhelmed right now, making up all kinds of excuses. Knowing that deep down inside my meeting with Logan and how he kissed me shook me up to the very core. Monday and Tuesday went by with out any. But, if I do tell you, you can take whatever it is to the bank. Oh fucking ‘kay!”“Really. Okay, are you going to minimize my prime fatherhood with the children? I mean I think you already have with the girls, but in the future the girls and my son?” I said. He smirked.“The king of the loaded question,” he said. “The short answer is no. But will you see it that way. I see myself as their father, just not their only one. As for who is going to be numero uno with them, that’ll be up to the girls. I heard a slight creaking sound. Bobbie would be on tiptoe, headed downstairs and out, where he would wait for a while and then “return” from his evening out. That was last Saturday evening. And now, I find myself engaged in mental rehearsals and revisions of tentative scripts for the next pornographic show to be staged for my secret watcher. I can guess what his reactions will be. In his room late in the night, early in the morning, at other random times, with his door closed, his body naked. "Good boi, now don't move as I get that tight arse of yours ready". Preparing himself, the slave can feel his master's hands probing his hole and the cool lube being applied. The Master picks up the tapered probe and begins to slip it in slowly, all the while cupping his boi's cock and balls. The slave begins to relax as he becomes accustomed to the toy, taking it deeper and deeper with each stroke. "That's good," says the Master, "another few minutes and you'll be taking the whole thing.".