I walked back, picked up the collar, andfastened it around my neck. When I walked into her office she smiled andsaid, "Bitches don't wear clothes. ...Ever."She hired someone to replace me at the office and I moved into her house. I'm her pet, her bitch, her fuck slut. I take care of the house and all ofher personal needs. Her house is located on a cul-de-sac and her propertyis surrounded on three sides by a state forest. The nearest neighbor is morethan ½ mile away. I work naked in the . I almost shit my pants.Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the North end of Austin. Most of the night went as expected. We drank some, smoked some, cuddled a bit, then I tore that ass up :) He was still soo fuckin tite, I blasted about 9 nuts in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get sticky between our belly's. I loved a mess. So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed. About 6 months ago Kat was away for the week on a work related course. One evening I decided to go onto a gay/bisexual chat room and eventually got chatting to a guy called Danny; he told me he was bisexual and enjoyed playing the dominant role during sex. Danny had a girlfriend but she was unaware of his bisexual activities. Danny lived about 60 miles away from me but when I mentioned I was alone in the house for the week he suggested travelling to my town and meeting up. I asked for a picture. I slowly began to stir and gave out a big yawn and stretch as I appeared oblivious to my surroundings. I sat up and looked at my father who was staring at me. Sara he said rather sternly, we gotta talk. Ummmm… Okay then I replied Listen honey, about last night… he struggled to get the words out. I just sat and stared up at him with the puppy dog eyes. Waiting for him to continue. I dont know where to begin he continues. It was wrong and I am so very sorry. I interrupted Sorry for what? I tried.