But, what about Robin? We both love her, I wouldn’t be jealous, she’s young and sexy, and she’s probably only going to be here with us another ...ear or so before she moves out. Would you like that honey? You get to fuck your daughter, with my permission, fulfill my fantasy all at the same time. Anyway, think about it a day or two and we’ll revisit it.We both decided to approach Robin, Saturday morning, after much discussion all week. Saturday morning, we walked into the kitchen, poured. "Oh crap!" he thought as he immediately dropped to his knees. "I apologize, Mistress" he said with his head bowed in embarrassment. "Not to worry," She replied,"But let's not make that a habit, hmm?" Yes, Ma'am" he replied quietly. She walked over to him, and ran her fingers thru his hair. She stroked his face down to his neck and ran her fingers along his tie."Look at this!" she said as She held up his tie to inspect. "Not only did you remember, but it's My favorite color, good boy." She. .. well... i just, that is... I was wonding if you'd like to, well..." I stammered, surprised at her confidence. I was supposed to have her off guard, here at work."Oh, you want some more, huh ?" She said, frowning impatiently. I noded with a smile."Look - you don't belong her. Your had your shot, and you blew it. Get lost, or I'll have you forcably REMOVED from the building, understand??????" The plump lady nearly screamed her whisper."uh... I'll... tell what happened." I tried. "Yeah, let's. My hypothesis about Silas was evidently mistaken. If this was how I saw Deirdre, I could only assume women saw all of Silas' visages at once as well. As soon as the thought came to me, though, another part of me insisted that the question of how Silas' powers worked was just about the least important question before me at that moment. Deirdre's private quarters looked like like they'd been inspired by someone with eclectic but distinctly historical sensibilities. Chaise lounges and ottomans,.