What the hell had happened, what did dad mean by reminding mom of her place in the family? Why wasn’t anyone saying anything anymore?That was when I...had hid the book under my pillow, quietly snuck out, tiptoed along the carpeted hallway, and glanced at the war zone from behind a wall.The sight my eyes had laid upon chilled me to my core. Dad’s hands had formed fists in mom’s hair and she was being smothered against his groin. It took me a minute to register that he had put his cock in her mouth. He opened the store cupboard. Rice. Pasta. Lentils. "Nice?" Cheri's tone became frosty. "Nice?" Nice," Abel repeated.She let out a huff of distaste. "Fine. Fuck you, Abel."And she hung up.Abel hoped it'd be the last he'd hear from her, but based on past experience he doubted he'd be so lucky. He was glad there were so many miles between them - he didn't think he could have survived being stuck with her indefinitely.He shoved his phone back into the pocket of his shorts and thanked the universe. With trepidation, despising myself for my own weaknesses, not recognising that the spirits were driving me, I found myself calling on a professional Dom but they wanted more than an hour at a time. They wanted to manifest in a full-time submissive life-style. Because of my finances at that time I had to offer all kinds of services to my Dom friends to fill in the times between pay-cheques. I did get very friendly with several Doms over the next few years and I must admit that underneath that. I decided I was here for fun. I marched down the gang plank with my trusty first mate.At the first question, "What brings you to San Francisco?" I came to a halt. I told them we were on a special mission. They could follow if they did not get in the way. We would be willing to answer questions as we walked but we were on a tight schedule and needed to get going.With that Cynthia and I started to walk."What special mission?" Cynthia asked."The one my wife sent me on," I answered.Cynthia rolled.