This is all part of it for you; you get off on dominating and humiliating your cocksuckers. “Well,” you ask again, “are you hard for me?”My fa...e flushes as I respond with a whispered, “yes.”“’Yes’ what?” you continue, demanding that I say all the words. “Say it, boy.”I look down at my little stiffy, tenting my pink panties. “Yes. I am hard for you,” I reply with the same low whisper – the walls are thin and my neighbors are home.My admission brings another smile to your face and you move in. I slowly stepped into the kitchen. My dad was at the stove, his back to me. He looked to be just wearing a flannel robe, which was quite a shock as I almost never saw my dad not dressed."Hi, pumpkin," he said as he turned towards me. He was holding a plate full of pancakes, which he then placed down on the island bar between us. "Dig in." Ok" I answered. He didn't seem mad or anything. If fact he actually seemed quite happy. I sat down and picked up the bottle of syrup my dad had place before. “Good grief!” Jan Murphy exclaimed. “Kris has the softest skin over the most amazing muscles I’ve ever heard of!” Then she looked upward at Kris’s face and asked, “When is Mrs. going to do a feature on you?”It was funny. Using my new powers, I could actually feel the shock that Kris felt when she heard the question.“But ... but...” she stammered, “it’s for famous women ... Women who do something!”“Golly, let’s see,” I mused. “All you have is a BA, an MA, a Ph.D. with another coming in a month. ." You misunderstood," he yelled, jumping to his feet. "You've twisted and distorted what was just..." Just some avuncular affection?" she cried. "Just Kal-El looking for a little love? Poor, pitiful, uptight Kal-El."He slapped her so hard she fell to the ground."I'm sorry," he said, kneeling to help her up."Keep your dirty hands off me," she hissed.From a second-story window looking down on this scene, Gen. Zafer smiled a tight little smile. Maybe this was going to all work out, after all..