I did attempted few conversations, but the approach was waved away by Tushar's silence. Tushar stopped at the front of the salon. I left my seat to ge... on his lap. I held his face, "Is there anything wrong, baby?" I tried my best tone possible to make him comfortable."Yes yes honey, I have everything under control. You don't worry!" Saying that he kissed just above my boobs once. He opened the door to show me my way out. I had to go out of his lap, as the door was clearly before the shop. There. The interesting thing was the way in which so many ideas recurred. The sex of course and the violence and the beatings and the institutionalised humiliation; as if it wasn't sufficient for the slave to be restrained at the bid of her keeper. It was almost as though the keepers defined themselves in terms of their domain over the slaves that they kept. The slaves weren't simply utilitarian items, they brought status to their owners in the same way that an expensive car or yacht might. Thinking. It was nice and peaceful. I tried to do everything "accidental" that I could with daddy, passing him, and slightly touching his dick with my ass. I knew he was liking it, but he would never admit his sexual fantasy's for his little girl! After a couple hours, I knew it was time to start the plan.Mom and Daddy went to bed around 11, and I decided to go too."Are you sure you're tired?" Mom asked, puzzled as to why I was going to bed that early."Yeah, I have to get up early. Joanna wants to go. .. , Why are you both naked, and WHAT IS GOING ON!?"Mike promptly dropped his spoon, causing cold milk and cereal to cascade into his crotch, which caused him to jump and squawk. This led to the cereal bowl tipping over, spilling the rest of the contents onto him. The sequence took longer to describe than to occur but was actually begun and over in the blink of an eye.Standing with the mess dripping off his front to puddle on the floor at his feet, a 'Deer-in-the-Headlight's' look in his eye's,.