My name is Steve and I live in Ohio. I am of South Asian decent, and I have always taken a dominant posture in all aspects of my life. I was raised in...a culture where the men are always in charge in family situations, and my father is also a dominant man. We were fortunate enough to have servants in our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in completing their tasks as I desired. It wasn’t a matter of being harsh to them, but was instead just a quiet. I spent the night with the bedbugs in the local hotel, but I had a decent breakfast to make up for it. At least, the coffee was good. I left town with little real hope for success in finding Harrison, but this was my only lead, so I had to follow it. The McGruder house was easy to spot. It sat atop a low hill and had a good view of the surrounding countryside. Dammit, why couldn’t I come across an easy one once in a while?From my current position, I couldn’t see anything that would give me some. We talked about normal everyday stuff and eventually my cock settled back into standby mode.After supper the girls cleaned up in the kitchen and I sat in the living room drinking a glass of brandy. Every so-often I heard a giggle come from the other room and I hoped they were talking about me. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the girls came out and walked by me without a word. They went straight into Julie's bedroom and closed the door. This was getting too much like high-school now. Ten. Granny says I'm good at it, too. I just need help with shopping and cooking and stuff. I'm getting better at it, though, right Granny?" Madeline was too young to be independent, but was eager. Up close, Marvin could see some intelligence in her green eyes."Do you like sex, Madeline?" Marvin figured he might as well get to the point. He was surprised that Granny didn't flinch at the question."It's okay, I guess. Mustafa really hurt me when we did it the first time. I didn't want to do it with.