Well, I’m not the victim of your abuse. That’s your ex-wife’s call there. I’ll let her decide that entirely on her own. Whatever she opts to d..., but for now, you remain here, an impotent slave, doing my bidding, hers, and that of all others,” I asserted through telepathy while drinking my coffee with gusto.“I favor a path to redemption, but not an easy one. My ex will have to work his way back into my good graces, one trial at a time. He must serve us ... for a year and a day. After that year. Was he just setting the stage to counter my father's future allegations against him? Was he trying to get me so suspicious of my father that I wouldn't believe anything he said? Had he convinced me there was a conspiracy and brought me into the battle to counter it for the purpose of casting so much doubt on my father it would be impossible for me to recognize any sincerity on his part?Whoever was playing me, I had just taken a strong stand against each of them.I had a nagging suspicion I had. I got to see her nude and play with her tits and finger her pussy all I wanted too. She taught me how to masturbate her, which was a lot of fun for both of us. I even got to practice oral sex on her too. Now that was exciting especially once I managed to give her an orgasm. I even tried to fuck her once but she said that she wasn’t ready to do that yet, that she was still a virgin, and then she reminded me that we had just met that morning. I got a very nice kiss goodbye at the door right in. "You mean it?" she gasped."Sure," Gail chuckled. "Just as long as you don't flaunt them at school or anything. At your age, you can only have it done if a parent signs an approval form anyway," she added, then reached for Jody's hand. "Come on, hon ... let's go downstairs."The room was exactly as it ever was, and yet it now looked completely different to Jody's excited eyes. It was no longer just the shop her mother owned ... it was now the place where her breasts would feel the sweet fire of.