And really—what could I say about it anyway? I couldn’t just open a conversation and say, “By the way, now that I’ve told you I love you, who ...re you?” Occam’s Razor demanded a simple explanation. Most I could think of meant she was on the run from someone who wanted to hurt her—witness protection program, cops, bad domestic situation, mob, you name it. I wasn’t about to blow her cover.Now it was Thursday morning. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I was walking downtown toward the office. Dad began the conversation by telling Dan he wanted to be included in any S&M bondage Dan and I were planning. He told Dan he wanted to be sure in the beginning that I really wanted to experience this type of sex. Dan didn’t have any problem with the three of us participating in this act.Daddy explained that he had done some bondage with me last night and that I was sore between my legs. Daddy then told me to undress and show Dan what he was talking about. I took off my slacks and panties and. ” I heard her say.My back was facing the entrance to the dining room so I could not see them enter. Without turning around I realized that my worst fears had come true. Again I glanced over at Marcy. She had turned around to look. One look at her face told a story I did not want to hear. Her wide-eyed, open mouth expression completely removed all doubt. After a moment she broke into a fit of laughter. I was not seeing the humor in this, to say the least.“What’s so funny?” Asked Uncle. She had on a frilly scoop-necked blouse and a flowered, knee-length skirt."Come in, Alan, lunch is ready, put your things here and follow me. You know where the kitchen is, after all, these places are all the same."I did follow her into the kitchen, rather admiring the scene, Ivy was a slender woman, her hair was nice, glossy, and the style framed her pretty face perfectly.Her figure seemed quite nice, especially from behind. Her butt was good and round and from what I'd seen she had nice-sized.