Oliva couldn’t object that David was gone when she was so often late, but Buster was always there to greet her with a quizzical look, or was it an a...cusatory look? If Buster knew her inner conflict and how dangerously she was walking toward the edge, he couldn’t say. If David suspected, he was pretending not to notice. Things were clearly building towards a crescendo when the long New York winter set in with an October Ice storm.David had been having what he would describe as an off-day. It. Just as soon as I lifted my leg it happen. The guy reached his hand under my butt and grabbed hold to both of my testicles and pulled them back while pushing my head forward. I fell flat on to the dressing bench as he straddled the bench his now rigid cock nudging at my exposed anal opening. I gasp out 'what the hell do yo...' He cut me off in mid sentence saying 'shut up bitch or get hurt.' The bastard had me by the balls and was really gripping them with a vengeance, I could do nothing but. ” She mumbled under her breath, as she pouted.“Come here.” I said, pulling her to me, and giving her a hug. “Stop looking for another place. You can stay here, with us, if you don't want to live with your mom. You just need to concentrate on school. But, I would appreciate it if you would try to patch things up with your mother.”“Thank you, Daddy.” She said, snuggling into me. “I'll talk with her.”I filled Katherine in on what happened when she got back from buying her Land Rover. She agreed. What I had not expected, was for my mother to return wearing nothing but her black stockings, a black pair of panties and bra...her black, slinky dress nowhere to be seen :-) "I hope you don't mind," she said, "I had to get out of that dress." "I don't mind at all," I said with a smile from ear to ear. "Here, why don't you get comfortable too," she said as she pulled off my shirt and started unfastening my pants. A little taken aback, she looked at me and said, "Relax. I'm your mother. .