’ She paused to look across the counter at her mother’s active but seated form. Suzanne had never known that someone could pace in a wheelchair. H...dn’t known it, that was, until her mother ended up in one and took to wheeling it mercilessly back and forth through the living room and kitchen, pacing an endless circle that scuffed the floors and made the chair squeak in protest at the constant tight turns. She gave a small, quiet sigh. ‘You know I wouldn’t miss your birthday, Mom. It’s a big. Diane said, ‘I’d better make supper.’ ‘I’ll help,’ said Peter. As she went about the mundane actions of preparing the meal she thought of how she had brought them to this point. Her upbringing was quite normal. She was an only child but her parents had been careful not to over indulge her. Not that she had lacked for anything, but it wasn’t a given that she would get what she wanted. In her mid teens she had a job as a Saturday girl in a chain store to get those little extras that girls needed.. So Peter had decided Sean Brady would eventually be running the fetish side of things for him, for Peter saw no such abilities in his twin sons Mark and David, who appeared to spend as much time as they could abusing his prize assets, even to the extent of thier continuous demanding they ‘make a baby’ with their first sexual tutor, Catherine Dixon.Doting father he may well be, but Peter Harris had far more important plans afoot for the Dixon Mother and Daughter combination, so before collecting. The room is hot, not just from the fire that blazes behind us, but from the heat that he has generated, with just a simple touch. Looking at my nipples, I watch them harden and plead for him. I feel his breath once more on my body. His lips touch my thigh, as his fingers tease my nipples, pulling and tugging gently. My hands move to his, and I run them down his arms, to his shoulders, and then into his hair. Our eyes lock and we hold each other for what seems like hours, but is in fact just.