You lead him to the master bathroom, hoping he won’t be angry when you explain yourself. The bathroom was surprisingly large, mostly done in ...arble. The uncontrollable image of Master fucking you in the huge bathtub drifts through your head, doing nothing to help you control your growing urges. Daddy stands at the door, obviously confused, wondering what’s wrong. You lower your head, suddenly feeling sheepish as you lean back against the sink. “I’m sorry, Master. I…um…” . “Are you *****” “Yes” “I’m Audrey’s sister, Rose, she told me all about you” “Really” smiling at me she said “Oh yes all about you”, I smiled to myself, we went and sat at a table to talk, pointing to a man in a wheelchair she said “That’s my husband”.Apparently Rose’s hubby was ten years older than she, 76, and had had a stroke some seven years earlier, she was his carer. I got up and went to the bar for another drink and studied Rose, she was dressed in black, black skirt, black blouse, and. "Why the hell would you think I know anything about women's hair?"She rolled her eyes at me. "I just wanted your opinion, ass."Then she started pointing at me and cackling. Not at the wisecrack, but at me. I looked down to discover that I now had part of a yellow hand print on my cargo shorts, right over my balls. I hadn't thought of the wet paint on my hands when I decided to make the gesture."Damn it!" I sighed, and then started snickering as well."That's what you get for being a jackass.". You always know what helps. All of a sudden you licked my right nipple, as your fingers rolled, and pulled at the left one."Mmmmmm, yes, I do love a titty man!"You moved downward with a feathery touch. You spread my legs, rubbed my abdomen, the inside of my thighs, my ass, and totally ignored my now drenched pussy. Your fingers were tantalizing me repeatedly."How's your pain, Honey?" Ahhh, what pain? By the way, you're doing a great massage." I quivered, watching you, hoping you'd touch my.