" Oh," Malcolm said looking at her as if asking who it was. He expected arelative that they don't see often or something similar."Constance Thornbury,... she said."WHAT.....did she want?" Malcolm said with a bit too much surprise in hisvoice, but he quickly adjusted his tone."She has invited me to go and visit." Why?" Well she said that you had explained that I was worried and that I couldsee things for myself and she also said she would love to meet me andwould like the companionship." That's a. Know what that makes you, baby? A cock slut. That's you, isn't it. My pretty little cock slut. Tell your Mistress who you are, baby. Go on, say it." I'm your cock slut, Mistress." That's right, baby. And you have to do what I say, don't you. Because it's my turn. That's the agreement, isn't it. Say it. I want to hear you say it." Tonight's your turn and I'll do what you say." I was so hard."That's a good girl. You know I love you, baby, and I wouldn't give you anything you didn't want. Anything. Visit when they diagnosed Margo. Then her imminent death occurred and left their family decimated. Tom and Morgan were left alone heartbroken. Due to Tom's alcohol abuse, he had crossed a line with Morgan. What he didn't know is if they could come back from it. He didn't know if Morgan would be okay.Morgan was by no means a prude. She had explored her share of boyfriends and teenage fumbling in the back seat. Morgan even enjoyed watching an occasional pornographic video. But she realized late. While he had been very attractive in high school, he was mouth-watering now. The last ten years had aged him wonderfully. He had filled out, and grown into his body. Also, his face had matured into that rivaling a movie star. His jaw was more defined, and he had a small shadow of stubble covering it. His eyes were still the same stunning shade of green as she remembered. He was shirtless, playing volleyball, and then a few of him walking out of the water, the droplets running down his.