She didn’t really look as Austrian as her legal father, but everyone in the inner circle knew why. She wasn’t biologically Dieter’s progeny at a...l, but he had raised her all the same. Her actual sperm donor was of Turkish and Greek origin as well as Slavic, not Austrian-German like Dietrich. Then again, Dieter was the only father that she knew and he had intentionally raised another man’s spawn, being a eunuch himself by his own choice.As for Samantha and Dieter, I gave her specific. " I thought so." I jammed the rubber ball into her mouth and pulled the strap around her head tight to hold it in place. "Roll over. You need to be punished." She shook her head violently."Oh? You don't believe you needed to be punished? Are you disagreeing with me?" She shook her head again."Thats a little better. I'll only give you three lashes then. But first spread your legs." I held up the dildo. She looked at it for a second. I lashed her a good one across the breasts. She grunted and. "I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend. And WHY were you onthat Maury show?"Her blushes now turned to unpleasant embarrassment. But Lysa thoughtbearing her soul a little wouldn't hurt."You see, Mark. If I go on a quote/unquote 'normal' date with a guy, hehas no reason to think I was ever anything other than what he sees. ButI can't just let him have that impression. I have to be honest. Andtelling men has cost me every relationship I have ever had."Mark was listening intently,. "Have yourselves a good boat trip and congratulations on the baby." Thank you," my mom said to the man as he continued on his way. She looked back at me as I playfully rolled my eyes at her. "Here, husband," she said, handing me her suitcase, "take my luggage." I smiled at her and took her suitcase into the cabin.We soon set sail. The breeze was strong and we were moving quickly. It was a beautiful day: blue skies and clear water as far as the eye could see.I looked at my mother. She was.