Without thinking Jazz suddenly sprang her ankles apart. Even she was amazed at how she had automatically reacted without thinking. Now here was a dile...ma , did I pretend to be domineering and treat Jazz as a submissive or did I treat her gently and with respect? Now I had never played the “master-slave” routine so why not? “Jazz.. TURN AROUND AND TOUCH YOUR TOES!” Jazz did exactly as she was told but in doing so had closed her legs again whilst turning around . . “OPEN YOUR LEGS” I again. As I release the tie to the robe, I stand up straight and kiss your forehead – your hand immediately leaves the rail and grabs hold of the front of my pants, rubbing the shaft you feel inside, but when you try to release it, I back away slightly, and let my left hand slip between your legs. As my fingers enter your wetness, your hands returns to the rail for support and slowly slide the robe off of your shoulders, and down your arms until it is pooled about your hands, and your entire back is. Whatever it was that had happened during 'The Disappearance', it left you in a pretty good spot. You knew that most guys had probably fantasized about your situation at one point or another before they all vanished, and you weren't a fool, you knew when to appreciate a gift while you could. So that is exactly what you did with your new life once you settled into the idea that this wasn't just an eyes closed jerk off dream anymore.Life after the disappearance wasn't too bad either, once you were. " I was enjoying the luxury of the hot tub and amazing company.Then, looking at Katie, and glancing at my step-daughter Marissa, I had to inquire. Curious minds wanted to know."What did you mean about let's have our own little fun?" I said to Katie.Not more than thirty seconds later, much to my shock, I stood there in the water, staring at a large set of teenage boobs, firm round nipples, and Katie smiling at me.I looked at Marissa, who smiled, and said, "Kind of nice huh?" to which I stood.