’ My words hung in the air for a minute and we both stood staring at each other. ‘Can I have an egg sis?’ my sister whispered, tugging at my ja...ket. I glanced at her and she looked up at me with wide hazel eyes. ‘Are you going to school today?’ ‘Yes. Bus leaves at 6, we’re learning our colors again but I already know them all. Blue….red….green….yellow….blue….’ I put a finger lightly over her lips, ‘Shhhh…you’ll wake someone up.’With my other hand I scratched my head, crinkling my hair under my. I could get a different style of gold chain for you that would set you apart from my slaves.”“I like all of those ideas. I want my husband to see that I am owned by him and he can use me or share me as he wishes. It makes me hot when I think about it.”“A good submissive is always a treat for her master. Have your husband come talk to me. I don’t deal with subs but the master that makes the decisions for her.”“Yes, Sir.”She scurried off. Her husband did stop by later. She was with him and I. She couldn’t take it anymore and in a hurried motion removed my belt and trousers, massaging my hard dick.I stood up and pulled off her jeans. I put my hand inside her panties hoping to finger her wet pussy, I jerked back when I felt something had, instead of a wet pussy I found a hard dick slightly bigger than mine. Being a bisexual, I thought what the hell, I was really excited and looking at her beautiful face and breasts, it just didn’t feel like I was with a guy. She was a beautiful girl. I saw my dad for the first time in over three months. He was indeed STINKING drunk, and his significant other, a redhead, was very pregnant. That must have happened months before the call he made to Mom. He introduced her as Bridget Rodgers.“Sso, can I come and enjoooy the parrrty, Charles?” he asked with a marked slur to his voice.Gosh, I wanted to strike him so badly, but words can hurt more than fists.“You gave up your right to be here ... when you left us, while we were out of town. You.