We're father and daughter, they're mother and son; the relationship is exactly the same." He frowned and started to say something, but...she cut him off. "Not that old double standard stuff, dad? Women have the same desires as men, and you know that you and I have been subconsciously reaching out for each other for years. Why shouldn't it be the same with mom and Travis? She's a beautiful, sensuous woman, and he's a horny young boy." "She, she was. While the outside of Callous’ home was a dump, the inside was a palace. Silver statues sat atop short marble columns. Antique paintings and tapestries adorned the walls. Hand carved furniture rested on an intricately designed rug which spanned the floor. Light emanated from silver lamps hung about the place. Everything was clean and meticulously placed. Thylisa stood, speechless. ‘Not bad for a two-pip thug, wouldn’t you say?’ Callous called from the adjacent room. ‘It’s… it’s absolutely. ..the lingering feeling of you being dragged to me was hanging heavily in the air, lighting fires that burned for other passions to come.I pulled your shirt up a bit and began to caress your belly, I ran my fingers slowly over your supple skin...you were hot to the touch, wanting more. I moved in circles, in wide, long sweeps, I ran the palm of my hand flat along you. My hands were riding you and your feelings, driving you towards a sense of home. I inched my fingers lower...hardly daring to. He had not used this before on slave and it wondered just what Master and the lady had planned.It did not have to wonder long because it was just seconds later that the slave heard the door handle turn and the door creak open again. The slave could feel her heart racing and trying to jump out of its chest. It didn’t quite know what it was suppose to do but it was sure that Master and the lady would tell it what it wanted it to do. The slave stared at the lady as she walked into the room. .