Stilton was grateful in this age of adolescent strife. She was pleased to have chosen Scotsdale School for her son, and glad that her judgment had pro...en valid. Mr. Stilton had little to do with his family, being far too busy most of the time running his interlocking corporations and expanding them so eventually they had become a mysterious international cartel. So just about every facet of home life was left to Jennifer, and the attractive dark-haired woman was proud of the strength and talent. " Yes but I shouldn't have questioned him in the first place." Lisa sobbed."I see. So being a slave means that you obey without question. But what if he would ask you to do something that is wrong?". Carla said.Lisa thought about it for a while and the answered. "I trust him to do what is right. If he betrayed that trust I wouldn't want to be his slave anymore. And that's what I am afraid off." What do you mean?". Carla asked"I'm afraid that he doesn't want me as his slave now that I have. And then we kissed!I was as nervous as hell but as the kiss went on I started to relax a little. Her tongue pushed between my lips and I sucked on it. We kissed for ages and both our hands reached across for each other. Suddenly feeling bold I searched for and found her breast. Her nipple was hard, and I played with it gently. She broke from our kiss and her head dipped down and she latched on to my breast with her lips. It was sucked hard and it made me tremble. I felt her hand slide over my. So ... so sexual! Boys had kissed her like that, while they were trying to get their hands in her blouse, or in her pants on dates. What was going on?She was panting from the climb and they were only about half way up. She stopped and turned.“Uncle Bob,” she panted. “That kiss...”“Yes, it was good, wasn’t it?” he said. He wasn’t panting. He stepped up to the step below hers. Now their faces were on the same plane. His hands came up to her waist and pulled her to him.This kiss wasn’t so violent..