She glanced down and saw her breasts bobbing and dancing on her chest with each step. She groaned as her recent discovery seeped into her brain and s...e started to wrestle with the consequences of it. She was now a Roman slave. But how could this be?One thing was certain to her now. She definitely did not want to be taken to the emperor at this point. She wracked her brain, trying to remember all of the details of Caligula’s reign. If she recalled correctly, it was a short reign of maybe. I don’t know if she was really going to do it, but down I went. At first I thought she was going to make me eat her out or something, but she didn’t make any move to undo her jeans. Instead, she went back into her bottom drawer and, digging under the lingerie she keeps there, brought out a black leather collar. What do she and Daddy do that I don’t know about?“All fours,” she said. “Down, girl!”I saw where this was going, and I didn’t mind. I stayed still while Mom tied looped of Dad’s belts. Guess he knew we wouldn't be back for awhile.Just about the time I was going to go back into the house, Amelia reappeared; this time through the kitchen door. She had a folded piece of drawing paper in her hands. Before breakfast I had seen her working on some kind of crayon drawing on the miniature easel in her bedroom. She had inherited her mother's gift for drawing and painting and even at four showed a mature hand."Daddy, I washed my hands."I smiled at her as I worked to get the dog-tracked. Best kind of fuck. Gone in the mornin.”Darren want back upstairs to get over his hang over,leaving Delores and I together alone.“What was that about?” I asked.“What?”“Your sudden interest in Darren’s sex life.”“Just curious about what’s going on under our roof.”***Nothing exciting happened at work. When I got homedinner was already prepared and Delores was dressed in ashorty black dress. It hugged her body and the hem cutoff well.