“You and your damned uncle know that part of me too well. Way, way too well!” She shook her head. “Maybe having a man own me is whom I was meant...to be. But no other woman I know would accept that. The world is changing. Women can be strong and independent. I might always have to fight that submissive part of me from coming out. I want to change and put all that behind me. I think I can be happy not being owned by a man.”I held her hand and we looked at each other.“Jeremy you took that collar. I quickly catch up and crawl behind my owner with my face shoved into his sweaty ass crack. He stands at the fridge for a second before bending to reach a beer on the bottom shelf. I use that time to take a good swipe up the entire length of his ass with my tongue tasting the day’s sweat and a musky, earthy odor I’d rather not think about. Bill moans at this and spends a minute bent over so I can continue to lick and kiss his ass crack. He says, ?Nice work wimp? and stands up again to move back. "You know that sales have increased 75% since I came on board." That's just the upturn in the economy," he grumbled."What upturn in the economy?" I inquired sweetly. But I already knew that it wouldn't do any good to appeal to reason. Not with Daddy. Most of his brains are located... well, lets just say a little farther to the south than you'd normally expect to find them.As he groused and grumbled about women fucking up the family business, I came around his desk and knelt in front of him. I. (Her hair is her crowning glory. Hubby and her other men love stroking it and twirling around their fingers and she loves the attention.) Her perfectly formed breast with succulent nipple was resting on Hubby’s chest while Hubby’s thigh was between her legs with her lovely naturally blonde bush totally exposed, and, of course, her fingertips of her right hand resting on his balls.Our adventures of the night before flashed through my mind. The way Hubby had worked so hard to satisfy the two.