I pulled the door shut and locked it. I walked quietly to the bed. I pulled back the covers. I undid my robe and I stood there in only a pair of lacy ...anties."What the hell are you doing?"I slid into the bed and cuddled close to him. My firm young breasts pressed against him and I slid my thigh between his."Emily No! This is very wrong."He lay stiffly not moving. I slid my thigh up and down. I whispered into his neck. "I want you Daddy. Please touch me." Emily please, you have to get out of. I don't know what came over me. I really wanted to share her sorrow, console her. That's probably because I was falling in love with this woman. She being a mother didn't bother me at all. Her love towards her c***d only made me love her more. So, I wrapped my arms around her and I embraced her. Then I kissed her head while she cried hiding her face on my chest. "Please don't cry Melinda. I want you to know that I wouldn't even think to push you away." I held her face with my hands. "Now please. I should go to jail.”She pushed her face into my chest and started to cry hard before falling asleep for hours.When she awoke, she said, “My body came alive with the physical needs of a woman. I found boys trying to make themselves feel good and used their penises to find my one release. The only release from my guilt is that the time it took me was often enough to get them to the point of getting their pleasure. I believe my reading referred to that as a wet dream for those whose penis. I only bring it up because it could help both of us in getting some things to be the way we want them to be, Red.”“Really, Master?”“Yes, my pretty little cunt. You ARE my pretty little cunt, are you not?”“Until the day I die, I will always be your pretty little cunt, Master. I almost lost you once and I will be damned if I ever get that close to losing my Master again, Sir!”“Now, that’s the sexy red headed slave girl that I love so much.”“Thank you, Master. I would still love to hear about that.