. well, I don't know how long exactly - the future is unwritten - but maybe years or even decades too!" Really!" He stared at Suzanne in wide wonder. ...I find that hard to believe. In fact, I still find everything about Brenda hard to believe. I continue to feel that she's way, way out of my league. It's not like with you, where we have a special connection based on our years together, basically all of my life. I feel like we're kind of bamboozling her, and if she saw the real me she'd lose all. She kept on her white heels, her black hair sweeping about her naked shoulders.“Lovely,” Clint groaned. “It is a crime that no one has worshiped this body in so many years.”“T-that changes tonight, Clint ... sama.”“Sama...” He smiled. “I like that, slut.”“I love seeing okaasan naked,” whimpered Kimiko.“Minako thinks she is gorgeous,” I whispered back, slowing the speed of my pumping fingers in her asshole. I wanted to savor this as Mother touched herself. She stroked her body while Clint drank. I was a master puppeteer and she my beautiful and succulent puppet. Her hand dove between her legs as she bit her lip trying to keep quiet. She knew I was in the next room and couldn’t afford to be as vocal as she was last night when she thought she was alone. I could have changed that, made her think I wasn’t there, but I was enjoying her sinful torment. There were a few heavy pants and soft ‘Umms’ to be heard but I have to give her credit, she was very quiet through the whole thing. She had. “What’s coming?”“It – “ he cried. “It.”“Shhhh – k**, I got you. I’m here. Daddy’s here for you, son. I got you.”The “Daddy” word seemed to have an impact, but only a slight one. Now he cowered, trying to shrink under my body, disappear into the bed.“Keep it away – I don’t want to stop – please –““Ryan,” I barked, pulling back, grabbing his face. “Talk to me son. Tell me what ‘it’ is.”“That it’s wrong. That we’re wrong. That God won’t love me. That it will be over and I’ll hate this. Hate me..