From the beginning Helen had made the best coffee in town. She had three or four kinds of Gourmet shit, but her house brand was the best in my opinion... I called it truck stop coffee, because it was black and seemed thick.After breakfast I rode the bike to the Mall, where I did four laps. Every few days I added a little more distance to the morning walk. After the walk, I rode around town just a few miles, then went back to Helen's. I ordered the same breakfast again, but without coffee and I. It’s late. Was tonight a big date huh?”“Something like that.”“Oh I’m sorry.”“No, no nothing bad like that. Just complicated. Jenn leaves tomorrow for a few weeks, and we had a present for Max to put together. So its just been a long night.”“Ahh, well okay, I’ll see you later than.”“But. Ohh well Cez, I need your help.”“Anything Jake you know that.”“Can you get me some clothes or a towel?”Looking at him closer I saw, Jake was sitting there completely naked. I’ve known Jake since he was little,. This is what I understood:A sex slave is a slave who’s primary focus is the physical comfort and enjoyment of her master. This can be achieved by washing or massaging him, but above all it’s about the comfort and enjoyment of one specific body part of master. Namely his penis. Apparently a lot of Masters have a penis, which is a long stiff body part positioned between a masters legs, right there were a slave has her little slit. To attend to and pamper that penis that’s the job of a sex. Tears started to flow from Kris’s eyes as she said, “I can’t call you Dad! I’m just a whore and a slut. There’s no way I could ever have the slightest relationship to you and your family, sir.”“No, my darling,” Dad replied softly, “you are the most beautiful, most loving, most lovable creature God has ever placed on this planet. I can see why you might not care to associate with us, but for our part it’s no contest at all. Kristin Collins, you’re just perfect!“Now how do you address.