Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the edge of the tub enjoying what her hand did to her pussy.Finally she relaxed, letting the soapy water swir... around her relaxing every cell of her skin. After what seemed like the entire night, she stepped out of the tub, feeling clean, refreshed and renewed. Drying herself, she wrapped her body into a thick and short dressing gown which showed off each of her body’s curves. “The housekeeping seems to have come and gone,” Becky thought as her eyes. It was almost revolting to even touch her. I had to do something about it. If I did not sleep with her in the same bed she would ask questions and I might lose my composure and let her have it. I did not intend to give in so easily. I told her that I had a lot of work to finish as I was looking forward to getting the job I carried from client site finished up before weekend. I told her, it might even result in a promotion and it would make the rest of life a lot easier. She bought that and I. She still felt unsure but remained at Michael’s feet with her eyes down as was required. Finally Michael told her that she may look up, “Silk, your here to watch so watch. Why don’t you grab one of those stools and sit on it next to me.”“Yes Master. Thank you, Master,” She told him as she fetched a stool and placed it as close to his legs as she could get without blocking him from standing. When she took her seat she curled her legs to her side, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek. Whilst genes from past generations could come into play, sometimes from many generations long gone, it is rare that a son has none of his father's characteristics. So with that in mind I started searching again. This is what I found."He put up a sepia photo of what was without doubt a Victorian man. Hair cut short with a neat side parting, a moustache and a full beard, neatly trimmed in the style of Edward the VII. The eyes almost glared at the photographer with disdain. He was almost certainly.