My mind drifted back to before I’d been d**gged……I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves ...nd ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being d**gged, was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the. ”I nodded. “You bet! I think this will be a case of more hands, less work.”The doorbell rang and I went to collect dinner as Cyn called the girls and set the table. I put the containers on the table and everyone dived in, and once again I enjoyed the simple pleasures of a family having dinner together.When dinner was over Cyn cleared the dishes and then took me into the den away from the girls. She looked concerned and perhaps a little uncertain, and I wondered why her previous carefree mood. It wasstill a fond memory because it was in the middle of an orgasm. Nowwhenever I looked at her panties I got a tingle in my groin. I wasgetting a tingle now as I thought about the memories.But, but, but.... But now new costs were being added. I had to prostratemyself before Stephanie and proclaim her exaltedness and my lowliness.And I had to perform servile tasks for her. And the benefit? The benefitso far was her allowing me to touch her thigh. I sighed at the thought.So little for so much.. Captain Donovan Manning, head of the Homicide Bureau of the San Diego police department, had come by looking specifically for him.'It's Manning.' James sent to Stacy, Zoe, Sally and his mother before lifting Sally off of his lap and setting her onto Stacy's. He was halfway to the door when Stewart came from the entry way, Manning trailing."James, this police officer was asking for you." Stewart said, his expression hard to read, but his emotions were grim.James just nodded and motioned over his.