It was ordinary for me to have a bit of wine with dinner, usually cut with an equal part of water. On this evening, Dad omitted the water and refilled...my glass when it was emptied. I had a sense of being particularly special, and of this being a particularly special occasion, although the only thing out of the ordinary was that Mom was away and not expected home for several days. It was just the two of us. I was swelled up with pride and wine. As I have mentioned, my stepfather was the man who. On each slip was the same single word. ‘Simon’. It took a little while for the truth to sink in. We had both been fantasising about Claire’s having passionate sex with our young lodger and were both feeling guilty about it. Claire in particular had been feeling incredibly guilty and wicked about having any form of fantasy involving infidelity – adultery was one of the Ten Commandments after all – and especially so with someone who was almost a relative. She wasn’t sure whether or how to. Dinner was at 6 so I had time to shower and dress, smart but casual, and as I left my cabin I saw the rear of a lady, about 5 foot 6 or 7 medium build, lovely legs and a very firm bottom, which moved slightly side to side as she walked. The blonde hair swaying as she went. This was the girl I saw on the quayside.Imagine my pleasure when at the dining room she stopped to check the table she had been allocated and I had been placed on the same table. Making a rather obvious gesture I knocked into. Drop dead beautiful, and she's my slave.She was totally nude, of course. He owned no clothes for her. He merely had an old canvas painter's drop cloth that he sewed into a crude robe for when she had to go out into public, but out in public is only when she wore it."Sir," she said immediately as he entered the room. "I have to pee so bad. May I?" I have to pee first, slut," he said.Knowing her duty, Lynne got down on her knees, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth wide.Bill dropped his.