"Sir, this slave is happy and enjoys her submission and often disobeys just to give Master an opportunity to correct me, and teach me deeper and more ...omplete submission to him. I was not a good person for much of my life ... I treated people like servants and my servants like slaves, but now I am most happy when I am treated as a slave by my master. I need to be controlled, restricted and often bound in submission, chastised or even whipped, to remind myself of my new place in life ... and. She said no. But I pulled her back on to the and started to remove her skirt. I tired to get her naked so she won’t run to my mother. I pulled her skirt down and threw it away from the bed. Now I tried to pull her panties down. I pulled her panties down to her knees and Prithi started to cry. I tried to explain that our parents won’t know any thing about it and it is ok to have sex with your brother.She kept crying so I went on with my thing. I took off her t-shirt and pushed my cock in her. I knew."Abigail gave a dramatic sigh, and he chortled to her. "So, yer'nae upset?"He gave a wry smile. "No. I followed you. I didn't want you walking back through the town at night on your own." She gulped, and he laughed at her concerned expression. "Just put a dressin' gown on. That wind got everywhere." Then why did'nae you... ?" Oh Abigail," Simon teased and took her hand. "If you wanted me to walk you home you would've asked." She stood akimbo at the bottom of the stairs glaring at. Years of lingering desire and affection had taken their toll, and with enough alcohol in my system I couldn’t help but act. As she helped me take off my shirt, I acted. I let my hands rest on either side of her waist and pulled her down to where I sat, on the edge of her bed. I kissed her, our first real kiss. Even in the cloud of alcohol I expected her to stop me, push me away, or insist that we stop. But…she didn’t. Maybe it was the remnant of the many drinks of the night, but her kiss tasted.