An unspoken need... a need for validation."Come with me, I want to show you something," I said holding out my hand. I pulled her to her feet and we wa...ked into her bedroom. I knew she had a full-length mirror on her closet door, and I walked her hand in hand over to it. I placed her directly in front of it and stood behind her, my arms around her waist."Now look at the woman in front of you. What do you see? And be honest," I asked her."I see a chubby, middle-aged woman... a lonely, chubby. I wondered if it would come naturally to Emily too, or she would give up the first time things got boring or hard. My money was on Emily quitting in a heartbeat. She couldn’t stick with ANYTHING, even when she was good at it. On top of that, we made the slaves wait a LOT – patience was something none of them had in abundance, and it was a big part of the training.“If this is some scam you’re pulling, I don’t see what you could possibly get out of it except a red ass,” I noted skeptically, once. David continued to stroke my moist pussy and kiss me in the back of the taxi as the driver drove on.We suddenly arrived at Davids home and as he paid the taxi driver i stepped into the street.As the sound of the taxis engine drove into the distance i could feel myself wanting David there and then,David picked me up in his arms and carried me towards his front door as he steadily held me he slipped his hand into his pocket and reached for his key.I was needing him,wanting him.He lead me upstairs. So we did. And I don't have a moment's regret, or lose any sleep over it either. Pleasing your mother, every bit as much as she pleases me, is more important than any hang-ups, inhibitions, or insecurities about myself that I might have. And I've now learned ... I really don't have any now either. So ... that being said," dad stated looking over directly at my mother and sisters as they continued sitting on the couch, now looking at him. "Brian's not me ... he's his own man," dad said seeing.