I felt like I was acting the part and didn't want to let him down, wait, did my brain just say "him"?When the cab door closed I realized these weren't...just roles we were playing, this was going to be the of the direction the night. I could see the cab driver watching us in the mirror, shaking his head as he saw what was going on. He took his hard hat off, reached over and planted a kiss on my lips. His tongue shoved its way past my lips and forced my own tongue back into my mouth. His breath. Her pussy looked like the pictures I had seen only now it was real, I so wanted to touch her but I had to fight the urge back. “Ok, show me how you were washing Rachel when she felt funny” we both stood and I showed mom what I was doing, but this time I kept my hand back a little and didn’t touch Rachel. Mom shook her head and told me to do it exactly as I had been. So I showed her again and this time I touched Rachel’s, slit.Mom then explained about sexual touching which was what I had been. Nancy called Alice over and they disappeared behind the door which led to the upstairs. She came out five minutes later looking very shaken and tears were visible in her eyes, she quickly turned away from my gaze and carried on working but avoided Paula and her woman. They left at eleven and the club cleared out by about midnight with Nancy booting out one or two stragglers who had certainly had too much. I approached the bar as I always did when I left with Alice and asked if she was. Mark won't look his own father in the eye and neither does anyone else except me. Tom displays dominance in everything he does and expects immediate obedience without question. So on the first night I am at their home, grandma (Tom's mom) is coming to make dinner. I am warned by Mark that she is a horrible cook and it is just one of the traditions. The food is horrible and I only eat one serving. Tom insists that I have another serving and I decline. Mark looks at me, but again, I politely.