So who is the dominant and who is the submissive partner is known before they get there."Samantha was wide-eyed when she asked the question, "Well if ...e go together we haven't even discussed that."Janet decided now was the time to be clearer. She put her hand on top of Samantha's and was pleased to see that she did not withdraw it. With increasing confidence she explained, "Over the last couple of weeks I have been trying to work out whether you would be submissive. I have told you off more and. I have some hot cider and plenty of pepper steak stew that should be about ready. You are welcome to have some if you like. My name is Marcom." "Thank you, Marcom, I am starving." I scooped up a serving and offered the bowl to her. I couldn't help but to look over as I bent over to reach the pot of cider and look at her as she set herself on a log. She sat and arched her body backwards as if to stretch. Her shirt slipped over her large breasts and they were completely exposed. She caught me. I lay the mag still open on my footstool. I was still playing with my peter, just stroking it, when I picked up the phone. There was no voice, but I could hear soft breathing."Hello?" I said. "Hello?"I was about to slam the receiver down. I mean who needs shit like this, when you're trying to get your nuts off, right? Then a soft breathless voice spoke my name.It was all I could do to hear her, but the sound of her voice was startlingly sexy in my ear."Can you talk a little louder?" I asked.. In most cases the sons/daughters of the deceased parents would have been be able to take over the tenancy, but as Miriam was married it was her husband's responsibility to house her, and Martin Hodge wasn't even registered as living at the house. In any case he had only just been released from Wormwood Scrubs prison, a week before his parents died, and was currently living in a hostel until such times as the Probation Office found him a place."I didn't know Hodge had been banged up" I said,.