I told her I am sorry and asked her whether she is angry. Without looking at me she said that why she should be angry. I told that because I was nude ...nd I had not bolted the bathroom door. She said not it is ok and smiled. This gave my a little courage and I went very close to her.She just looked at me and said, let me bolt all the doors first. On hearing this I was thrilled and went in the bedroom. She bolted all the doors and came inside. I told her first lets have bath together. I wanted to. My eyes tend downwards. It's not deliberate. It's the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me "slut, bitch, whore". I do not call you "master, owner". I don't pretend to understand a relationship where those words mean anything. But I submit to you entirely, knowing that in doing so, I am letting you become a part of my psyche. I am transferring my ego to you, so that my rationality and my emotions can flourish in the space they leave behind. Imagine a future. Jill again held me tight and rocked me while caressing my hair, which had seemingly overnight had become very full and silky. Once again, she looked me in the eye and said, "Gwendolyn". I immediately started to feel better, and even noticed that Jill was stroking my silky hair that was cascading gently past my shoulders.Jill told me to be a "Good Girl" and finish getting dressed. Upon hearing "Good Girl" I felt a total desire to please Jill and do exactly as I was told. I finished putting on my. " Mom turned her face up toward me, I suppose to make it easier for me to reach.I didn't answer. There was no need, and anyway, I was captivated to the length of her exposed throat. Why should the vulnerability of a woman's neck be so exciting? Porn sites certainly weren't populated with pictures of women's necks. As I caressed Mom's face, my free hand slipped down to stroke her neck as I had been doing before Dad came upstairs. As that thought filtered through my mind, I glanced his way but he.