At work, he is a great figurehead, leading the company. Very few people know that I am the owner, and he runs it the way I tell him to. At home, he is...an emasculated sissy. He is my dirty little slut boy. The more I mistreat him, the happier he is. He had always wanted something like that, but he could never tell me. I like treating him that way, too. We get along quite well." "I have always teased him that I would take a lover. I have never done so, until now. We have role played many times. “Give them back.” “Not yet,” I said. " Maybe later. Give me your bra, too.” “Rich, I’m really not taking my bra off here. Someone will see.” She looked at me. The look on her face told me she was nervous but excited. “I’ll do it but only in the bathroom.” I agreed and Stacy stood and headed to the bathroom. I watched Stacy as she walked back across the room. I could see one hand was held down at her thigh, her lacy bra scrunched up inside. Her firm breasts moved a little more freely under. I went right in, i dragged my hand against her tummy until i got to her breast and cupped it-When i finally got to her nipple she fully turned her head, right to my face and started kissing me, flicking my lips with her tongue.I pinch her nipples, and grip her breast, as she lets out a moan.I sneak my hand down to her panties and begin tracing the outline of her clit through her white cotton panties, while still kissing her i begin to apply pressure to her clit-I can begin to feel her dampness. It was more of a statement than a question.I realized I was staring at Tara and shifted my eyes to my daughter. "I guess. Your knee's fine. Right? It doesn't hurt anymore?" It's great. Doesn't hurt a bit. I just wish that stupid girl didn't kick my leg. We coulda beat them." I don't think she meant it," my wife chimed in. "It was an accident." Yeah, but we coulda won." Tara, what do you think?" my wife asked."'Bout what?" Last week." Oh, I loved it. 'Xcept for the cold and Helen getting hurt..