The sub moaned with each thrust, her hands were made into fists, her toes curled in a tight knot."Are you ready, my pet?" the dom asked so quietly I b...rely heard her."Oh, yes, mistress, I am. Please let me cum. Please," the sub pleaded as she opened her eyes to watch her mistress.I watched the bed shake as the dom took a wider stance for leverage, then began to drive the cock harder into that yielding pussy in front of her."Cum, my pet," she said through clenched teeth as she gave the chain. That meant telling her. I still shudder when I think of her almost getting into a car with her boyfriend that night. She almost did that because she didn't know the source of the information I was giving her. I couldn't take the chance that would happen again. She needed to be told for her own protection."Dad nodded soberly. "I guess you're right," he said, rubbing his temples again. "This is all pretty 'mind-blowing', as you promised. It's hard to imagine that in some alternate time-line I've. ." I start to protest, but Miss has reached out and twistedmy ear."Silence!" she yells in my ear, so loud I flinch, twisting my ear further."I do not want to hear a single word from any of you dumb sluts from nowon, is that understood?"There's a stunned silence, other than my faint whimpering, and a lot ofnods. "Ten strokes for any sissy I hear speaking for the rest of themorning.. except Candy, Candy can talk as much as she wants!"She turns her attention to me. "So you think it's funny to. So the word ‘gigolo’ is an apt term, which I find intriguing. Other then these romantic rendezvous, they might see each other once between these monthly excursions, meeting at her place to arrange some details of the next getaway and discussing deep intellectual topics that no one else around here can handle. They will get together in the afternoon for coffee, dinner or an after dinner drink and depending how she feels Hubby may have to perform, what she calls, his ‘duties’ for her. Hubby says.