It is the Christmas holiday, after all.’ When we’d eaten, Tim pleaded tiredness – he’d only finished work for Christmas the previous day – a...d he and Pam went off to bed. Mum and I chatted for a while, then I went up too. I undressed, and lay in bed thinking over the day. I was a little surprised at how open I’d been with Tim, telling him things that I was certain even Mum didn’t know. But I decided I really did trust him. I drifted off to sleep wondering how the rest of this Christmas holiday. It took me over four months to break her, and, even after that, there were minor rebellions. Nowadays, she has quietened down, gives reasonable service, andvery little trouble. I like buxom women so fuck her quite frequently. Though I know she basically hates it, she always feels adequately co-operative. She hasn’t got much option, or course!“Sir,” she whispered, “I truly tried...” I nodded. “All the same, I shall have to report this to the Chief Overseer.” Her features puckered; tears came. He had no recollection of anything along the way. He had no memory of the traffic lights or stop signs or trucks or changing lanes. None of it registered. He was lost in the jumble of his thoughts. What to do? There was more than himself to think about. Their children, Andrea and Scott. One way or another, whatever he decided, they would be affected. What to do? He needed time and space, and more than anything he needed to be alone. He couldn’t live in his normal environment. He sure as hell. After a giving one nipple all of my attention I moved my head over to the other and sucked this in also, Denise was arching her back and moaning softly enjoying the attention. I startled slowly moving toward the bed without removing my tongue from her nipple, it wasn't until it touched the back of her legs that we parted her embrace. Once apart her hands went straight to my shirt pulling it up over my head, then I felt one hand grab hold my erect cock through my pants, staring me in the eye.