As she does so the throne silently swivels around to face her. “Right on time,” the Emperor says, his pale yellow eyes gleaming with approval as h... notes her choice of outfit. Mara bows her head demurely as she curtsies, “As you commanded, my Master.” Palpatine dismisses her formality with a wave of his hand, motioning her forward. “Come here, my dear. Kneel before me and service your Emperor.” “Yes, Master.” Walking across the chamber Mara climbs the steps to the throne platform and kneels on. Sam normally wasn’t this sort of person. She normally ignored me. But this weekend we shared our passion for our father. We made love to him and each other. I stared into her green eyes. Her short, red hair swayed about her face as she stroked my knees.“Girl problems?” she asked. “You and Tonya, right?”I blinked as shock knifed through the gray murk that hugged me and made everything feel so heavy and dense.Sam grinned at me. “Well, it couldn’t be boy problems when you have Dad.” Her hands. ‘Did she dent the car?’ he wondered, then sighed. “No, I won’t get mad. I promise, now what is it?”“This.” Julie said, relieved. She dropped her robe to the ground. She was wearing her new, black chemise, bra and panties. He hadn’t even noticed her black stockings until she stepped into the light of the living room.He whistled long and slowly. His wife hadn’t worn an outfit like that since Samantha was young. “Why the hell would I be angry about your outfit? You look smoking hot!”Julie walked. Stephanie went into the back to check something, asking me to give her a shout if I needed anything.I sipped my tea. I nibbled on my surprisingly tasty sandwich. I read on my phone. Time passed; I guessed that she wasn’t coming. I felt a little letdown, having anticipated a torrid but silent sexual encounter, but I mentally shrugged it off and began to plan the rest of my day. As I was weighing the pros and cons of going to a restaurant or going home to cook, the door chime rung out and she.