How do you feel about that, Slave Mommy?” Tiffany told her mother while I continued to eat with one hand and fondle Mom with the other.“I adore Ma...ter Bruce, dear Mistress! I would love to be inked with the mark of you and him! Would you do the same to your father?” Karen encouraged her dominant daughter.“Naturally! I doubt that Bruce has any attraction to him, but he has full rights to do whatever he likes to anything of mine. How do you feel about that, Daddy?” Tiffany challenged her legal. As they got closer Ed saw movement at the swimming hole and crouched down. Becky had seen it too and crouched down beside him. She whispered, “Who is it?”He moved his head back and forth trying to find a place to see through the thick brush while whispering, “I don’t know I can’t see from here.” They both stayed low to the ground and hidden behind the brush and high grass as they snuck in for a closer look. They crawled on their hands and knees through the tall grass as they got to within one. You would think he was a babycrazed woman really...??So why exactly was he so concerned she cheated???Oh...? she squeezed me again. ?this little girl likes to cause problemson tests. She?s going to have a class full of students who hate her if aprofessor grades on a bell curve... or likes to adjust from the highestscore only.??So like her math test???Worse... one-hundred percent perfect.?He raised his eyebrows. ?Your dad was right, you just wanted a nerdbaby!?I smiled at him. ?Well she lucked. Rosangela continued with her daily life and as it continued, she saw not one glimpse of the author Victor Hardway except on the back inside of his books still on her shelf and on the shelves in the bookstore. Bit by bit, day by day she perked, became her old cocky self but no matter what, those three days remained always at the back of her mined. Yet, though she perked up, something changed. That last evening with Victor Hardway was the last time she experienced her secret fetish. She found.