"Let me help."Brock didn't get to help. Instead Meredith simply ripped the shirt open and stood before him in her bra. The buttons flew across the roo... but Brock didn't look for them. This bra didn't have flowers on it. It was lacy and very transparent. Brock could see the top of Meredith's nipples through the top of the fabric. He gulped involuntarily."Do you remember our rules?" Meredith asked.Brock smiled at the memory."I do," he said."Good," she said. "Now forget them. I don't think I want. I knew of them. They were the ones that were big enough to do serious damage to a toe if you were sloppy, but not big enough to make a meal out of. I tried to look intrigued anyway. Brandy started to expand on her study criteria. She went into the importance of these particular invertebrate in the overall scheme of things. I had other things on my mind. Two of them kept rising and falling with her breathing.“You really don’t give a shit about all this stuff, do you?” she asked, finally becoming. ”“Yes, she did. She called me early this morning and told me all about the encounter between you two in the kitchen.” Amy replied.“Why didn’t you say something when I first mentioned it?”“I wanted to hear your version and compare it with Mom’s version.”“Is she upset about me walking in on her and Dad?” I asked."I wouldn't say upset; more like shocked. Mom told me she got very aroused when your cock got hard because of her. Every woman delights when a man reacts that way to her. This is ascenario of how through sensuality fetish and mutual respect we can hasten thetide of progress toward feminine dominance and?how the deeper the submission to the Goddess the quicker will be thattide. Somemight consider it a burden to sleep on the floor beside her bed but, for me, itis not.Firstly,because it pleases her when I submit to her fully and being beneath her is a positionof honor.Secondly,I love the sound of her gentle sighs as she falls asleep between satin sheetsincomfort.