I pushed on her shoulders, so she would go to her knees. I then went to my wife and whispered into her ear: “It wasn’t me who was licking you earl...er, it was your daughter.” I told my wife to lay on her back and spread her legs, which she did as she was told. I took the noise-cancelling headphones off my daughter and told her: “I will guide you to your treat for being a good slave.” Once we got to my wife, I told her to lay down on her stomach. Which she did. I said she should find her treat. It could be a dance floor or a lecture hall.The Cruise Director took the stage. He was one of those guys, like Dick Clark, who looked younger than their age. He may have had a bunch of facelifts, but I don't think so. He was slim, had salt and pepper hair, and an infectious grin. So many of these emcee guys are so phony; but the few times I talked to him, he seemed to be consistently open and friendly. Not a phony at all."My name is Randall. I'm the English Cruise Director. You'll meet Yuki, my. I'm heading for earth." Skylos nodded as he thanked Ambrose then ran for the command deck again. Thankfully they had control as they entered the atmosphere then landed. As he expected, they were met by all his Knights and Paladins. Plus the fact that Glenna was scowling at him wasn't making things easier either. "Mate!" She shouted as they ran to him checking out every bit of him. Smirking Glenna finally looked at Ambrose. "Mate if you were so anxious to die then you should have stayed here.". I was true to my word and became a regular visitor to Donna and John's home as I passed by a few times a week. If I saw either or both of their car's there I would pop in for a coffee and chat, John and I became quite friendly and often shared a few beers with or without Donna being there. In effect I had resumed the role of older friend or uncle type figure for both, often helping out when an extra pair of hands were needed to move furniture etc. Then one day recently everything changed. Donna.