He glanced over at her. She really was a magnificent-looking woman, what with her sensitive face and fine, high bosom. Those breasts were covered by a...nice green dress, but he could perfectly well imagine what it would be like to take that dress off and caress the smooth globes underneath. The dress was of rather thin material, and he thought he could make out just a hint of the nipples poking through it. His cock was a-tingle.He shifted his gaze to his sister, who was sitting there looking a. My quick searches online tell me that the local gay bathhouses, and het strip clubs are too far to walk, and my upcoming early morning schedule precludes me from planning anything too late into the night. Knowing that men tend to be less discriminating sluts than women, I post an impromptu ad in the men seeking men section of my favorite online meat market - "bisexual dominant Daddy looking for a twink".Within minutes I begin receiving responses. Guys are such sluts. Unfortunately, most are. I just laughed at her, as I cut her off again. "You're right, there does have to be some rules, only you don't get to make any of them. Rule number one is I make all the rules. Rule two is, that you'll do anything I tell you to do, or else. Now do you accept my proposal or not."There was a long moment of silence, before I finally said, "I need your answer now or else I'll leave and go mail the tapes."She just stood there crying, unable to answer me."NOW!" I shouted at her."Okay, okay! I'll do. “I have to go away this week, but I’m around all next week. I’ll call around for morning tea and we'll see who knows Diane the best.”Monday I was back on the job and nothing untoward occurred. There was a bit of light banter between Diane and me, but nothing out of the ordinary. The job progressed and I did have the odd thought about what if, but there was no indication that she would or had played around.Friday night I met Ivan down the pub, with a few mates, as we usually did. During the.