I'm not even really like family to her. I married her father years after she moved out." Amanda said as she stroked my cock. "I will stop if you want....Do you want me to stop?" "No." I said as I completely forgot about Melanie."I was hoping you would say that. My vibrator is nothing like the real thing." she said and she continued to stroke me. "Don't worry, I just want to stroke it and look at it and nothing else."Amanda continued to slowly stroke my cock up and down, leaning forward to look at. I just started tonight!’ ‘You are a Master,’ she said simply. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘May your slave speak freely?’ ‘Yes, yes! Just answer the question please!’ Tommy was becoming more shocked by Yolanda’s change of personality. ‘You are Master, even if you not believe it yet. I see it. I respond to that, and I feel helpless in front of it. I am a-how you say it-submissive. That part of me comes out only in presence of masters. I suspected earlier, but not sure then if I could tell you. Now I. While describing details in that brief image, more information floated to me. Then it dissolved and was replaced by a second image. This one was closer to the start of the story.In that fleeting image was a trestle that looked like a huge Erector set. Much later, I thought it might be a raised subway section known as the El. That same man was climbing a stanchion and was maybe five feet from the top of the six story brown structure. Capping several stanchions was a very big pressboard platform. " Probably just excited for pizza and ice cream I guess." Not at all, there was much talk of your prowess at telling bedtime stories and something called scoodoodelwoodle. What is that may I ask? The children tried to explain it to me." It's ah, a kids game. Rrules are made up as we go along, it's silly really." Well from what little I understood of it, it sounds most entertaining."An awkward silence grew, Mary couldn't think of anything to say to continue the conversation and felt increasingly.