He followed up getting dried off with going to the kitchen and getting his love from Mom and Dad. Caryn must have still been asleep.I saw that Mom had...bought donuts and Dad had all the Bavarian cream ones on his plate.“Mom, make Dad share,” I complained.He just gave me a smug look when she ignored me. I swear he’s three years old sometimes. He licked both of them.“I’ll remember that,” I threatened him.“David, you be nice,” Mom warned me.My cell phone rang to save my dad. I looked and saw it was. He frowned as he realized he would miss the corn on the cob and blueberry pies that would come later in the summer, but then perked up as he remembered that it was soft-shell lobster season. Those little buggers were just starting to shed their winter coats, and he was more than willing to save them the task of completing new ones. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back against his chair, imagining consuming his feast on the large front porch of his family’s sprawling, shingled,. ?Do you understand, slave?? he repeated, and still caressing her rear. ?Yes, Master.? His hands moved up her back, His fingernails tracing patterns into her skin, making her shiver. ?I’m going to release you,? He whispered, ?You are to turn over then remain still.? ?Yes, Master,? she replied softly. For a second she thought of trying to escape, but thought better of it. For one: she didn’t know what His build was, but He sounded as if He could overpower her easily.. "The elderly woman struggled to focus into the shadows and Paula moved across the lounge in the residential home. Her parents were showing some prospective buyers around the old house of her grandparents, who had both deteriorated rapidly in the previous two months. "Hi Nan," Paula muttered and sat down in an adjacent chair before accepting the offer of a cup of tea.Her grandmother took a few moments to focus on Paula and Emily, sitting next to her, but Paula steered the conversation towards.