" Just fucking watch me," I said and turning to Angie, I said softly. "Forget about moving out, that's not the answer, you're here, and this is your h...me, right?" Right," she said, and I could have wept for the look of sheer relief on her face.I walked out into the garden and punched a number into my phone.He joined us less than thirty minutes later."Hya Jeff good to see you mate." Same here, but it sounded serious, tell me all about it."Jeff was my best mate at school and had joined the. . look, Ms. Monte. You are under contract, and that includes some PR work. Adding an off screen romance will do wonders for that scene." "But I have no intention of having a romance with him."Yes. Marie was definitely angry."Too bad, we have already started spreading rumors that you two spent a night together in a hotel near the shooting site. What is wrong with that? It is nearly half a year since your husband's death."Then another male voice joined the conversation."Yes, and I promise that. When father or mother asked, I was happy to do what they wanted or needed, be it a beer for dad while he watched some sports game, or a fresh cup of tea for mom as she read her book or watched her movie. In my later life I would recognize this behavior as a desire to be submissive, to serve, and while that is not part of this history, it would be wrong not to tell you that I am a devoted submissive to a Master who calls for me whenever I am needed.By the time I was thirteen and so familiar with. I was laying there watching the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid my eyes on, her body perfectly shaped under the bright bathroom lights. A few moments later she finished wiping the sweat and little bits of cum off her breast. The last image I saw was of my mom whipping the last bit of the cum from her mouth. She finished brushing her teeth, put her satin dark green mini nightgown on and turned the bathroom lights off.She walked out of the bathroom, with just the red glow from the clock next.