The phone rang and she sat quietly at the kitchen table as she did every day, gazing at the last portrait that she’d had taken of her now-deceased f...mily. Jaeke was almost 16 and was the spitting image of his handsome father, Derrick. Jaymes was 12 and was the baby of the family. Nattaly was her only daughter and best friend and was 14, just weeks from her 15th birthday. Finally, there was Jasen, the eldest and the one that most resembled her dead father, Erik. All dead because of her. A bolt. As mummy was talking to daddy and laughing, she turned the little girl towards her daddy and slipped her knickers all the way down to her ankles. If I was still in any doubt, it was soon dismissed, as the little girls mummy leant forward and started licking her titties, that was too much and I couldn’t hold back, as a massive amount of spunk erupted from my cock, I pushed my face to the window, grabbed the window sill and just shot spunk all over the place as I watched the little girl having. “Mine are almost painfully polite. It’s always either ‘teacher’ or ‘mistress.’”“That’s my point. Their mistress was the woman who owned them, perhaps whipped them.”“What do you others think?” Marjorie asked.“Well, I see her point,” Jane said.“And, if she corrects them and we do not,” Deborah said, “everybody outside of her class will still call her ‘mistress.’ Then, too, once it is explained I don’t want them calling me their owner.”“Well, if you are all agreed – we are all agreed – we’ll bring. “Damn did I miss this house,” she said and looked around, biting her bottom lip and looking at me. “When’d you get here?” “A couple hours ago, I’ve just been getting some things done that mom and dad left for me to do,” I said, following her into the kitchen. She grabbed a wa†er bottle from the fridge and jumped onto the counter, swinging her long legs back and forth as she drank. “How’s the pool looking?” she asked with a grin. “Nice and clean thanks to me,” I said and hid behind the island in.