I thought I took care of all his basic needs. You know, like fresh food, clean clothes, a good nanny and proper care….” Her voice choked up in bet...een words. I could hear her sniff. I knew she was crying.I felt bad for her. “I am so sorry. I know you wanted to prove to everyone that you could make something of yourself. I don’t think that was wrong. But I had no idea it affected you so much.” “It wasn’t easy!” Her voice was upset. “Everything has tradeoffs, I guess.”“And, it did not help that. As my 2 fingers reached my prostate stimulating myself into a blissful sexual stupor my favorite concept from their videos that drew me most to wanting to submit myself to Mistress Bellatrix played out in my head. I was in the position of having Mistress' Bellatrix glorious tight wet pussy around my cock, every thrust causing her strap-on to be thrust into her Bitch Boy husband as he could do nothing but remain there on hands and knees ball gag in mouth to keep his moans at bay while she. ”The loose gravel crunched under the rental car’s tires as I drove into the bare spot that served as a cemetery’s parking lot. I opened the door and climbed out, turning my overcoat’s collar up against the rising cold wind. I walked through the brown, scraggly grass, up the slope of the hill, up to the small area of the graveyard that sat on the hill’s crest, apart from the rest. Inside an area marked by a white stone border, I saw the markers all marked ‘Steward.’I could hear the wind shushing. "We just started off on the wrong foot and never got around to sorting it out." I said. "Silly really, but that's all in the past now I hope." I'm just glad someone's being nice to her." Said Elaine. "She won't do anything about dad and struggles to cope with Chris and Christine taking advantage of her." Well at least whilst she's here I can try to make her life a little more fun." I said."Good." She replied as I tucked her in and made sure the various books, remote's and the hand bell were all.