However, that’s not the question. Is Bela forcing Magda to do this out of submission?’ Rebecca bit her lip and fought back a wild urge to perform ...he act on her Master. ‘No, definitely not. They are totally committed to one another, would give their lives for each other without hesitation or regret. She wants only his joy, and the reverse is true. See, they trade places and he is licking her genitals. Look at her face!’ ‘Yes.’ They stood in silence for a moment, watching, and Rebecca wondered. At dinner we have filet mignon and caviar and the best champagne. My mother is dressed in an evening gown which is black and strapless. Her white, smooth skin shines blemishless. She wears no panties or bra. Just black nylon stockings and garter belt. We sit opposite each other at the table with candlelight and eat to music of Mantovani. We eyeball each other across the table like in the Tom Jones movie. Then I dance with my mother. She puts her arms around my neck, and I take her big. I was speechless, and reached out and took it from him and closed the door. It was an A cup, but had a soft gel padding that made it look like a B.A couple minutes later, I had it all on. The panties, (I knew that I shouldn't be trying them on, but I was going to buy them regardless), the bra, and the tight tank. I let my hair out of my pony tail, and let it hang in a loose bunch in front of one of my shoulders. The panties fit nicely, and really added some curve to my hip when I bent my knee. "I honestly didn't know what to do with you at first. When I heard Becca crying I rushed down stairs to see what was wrong. Low and behold I find you forcing our daughter. Since she's a grown up now I figured I would leave it up to her to decide your fate."With that said Becca sat back down, looked in her hands and started to speak. "Daddy, what you did hurt. I know you were angry by what I did, but you had no right to take me. No man has the right to do what you did. What's worse is you were.