For a while, he was reading up on the BDSM lifestyle. He told me that when we were together he’d like me to call him “sir.” I wasn’t really in...o his new game. But the kicker was when he’d ask me to wait for him naked in my pumps kneeling when he’d come home. Eventually, he made me call him “master.” I wasn’t really into this new way of our lovemaking. I hated that he needed to control me. I was his wife and would listen and obey him anyway. To be told what to do, was not my cup of tea.I guess. After that, maybe I’ll rethink this existence, and look for a good woman. Now, why did that come up? Did you meet a guy that you’re afraid to tell me about?”, he softly said to her.“But aren’t there times when you’d really like to be with a woman? I mean, not just as her escort, but as her . . . lover?”, she inquired.“Anita Lorraine! What the hell has my love life got to do with this? And how come you’re sticking your nose in your father’s private life anyways? Or is this leading to something. We’ll be able help more than one family or person at a time, too! People can and will still help the old way, like they always have, but this will give us a head start.’ Like I said, give Grandpa an idea or an outline, and he’d run with it. He’d give it form and substance as he made it bigger, better, smoother. Then he’d turn to the person with the original vague notion, and give them all the credit for a complete concept that he did all the actual brain and often the leg work for! I might have. I put my hand up as if to wipe my hair away from the side of my face, only realising when it get there, I had no hair, as it was all cropped.Pulling my hand down I then realised I had something else on it, it was a sticky globule of sperm, warm and fresh, the man behind me had just deposited his load clean onto my head.Resting my arm on the seat armrest, my fingers were full of sperm as I played with it, then I could feel his load start to run down my hair line, onto my long exposed neck and.