Freer. Liberated.I was a slave, and yet I wasn’t. I could leave Master. I could go where I wanted. I wouldn’t. I wanted to be with him. He saved m.... I loved him so much. Which only made me squirm more, savoring the caress of leather on my body.How did I get so lucky? Why me out of all the other lamia born in subjugation on the other side of the Despeir Mountains? Did Las lust for me more than my sisters? Was the God of Lust staring down at my cute ass right now wanting to fuck me like Master. I told her that I liked the racer back strapstyle and she looked at me like kind funny like. She asked me how I knewthat this was a racer back style. I told her that I'd read in the"Seventeen' magazine about different bra types and just remembered thatthe ones that cross in the back are called racer back bras."Don't you think it's a little weird that a guy would read 'Seventeen'magazine, and buy mascara using a coupon from the magazine, and readingarticles about bras from that same magazine?". She made herself at home on my couch while I made us coffee, I glanced over from the kitchen and saw some side-boob action and that set off a chain reaction of my cock getting hard as fuck and sticking out of my bathrobe right when the coffee was ready. I had to turn around to adjust my cock, I lifted my cock up and tighten the robe strap holding my massive cock up on my navel. I placed the coffee on the coffee table and sat down next to her and as I sat my hard cock could be seen at the top. As I was making the coffee by Dad I felt his hands on my bum easing my cheeks apart, I thought he must be able to see my ass hope I wiped it clean after having a shit in the night, his one finger was just opening my ass hole up, Dad said “Olga have you ever had a hard cock up your ass before , and what did you think about it” I said “ no I never had sex in either ass or pussy until yesterday, really enjoyed it though, and yes you can do it again anytime you like if its aright with mum, I.