Her light blue panties looked funny beneath the maroon bra, but the silly awkwardness of her youthful undergarments turned me on more at that moment t...an anything out of Victorias Secret could have. Well, thats not a problem, either, Alyssa said with a dismissive snicker. Ive been with married guys, too. Thats when Alyssas bra came off. Her slim, bare upper torso shimmered through the curtain. Blurry nipples were all I could make out of her indistinctive tits. I pulled the curtain aside enough. I thought about what she said for several moments. Then I said, "Then don't." What?" she said, not sure if she heard me right."I said then don't go back. Stay here with me."Angela sat up, looking at me in shocked surprise. "What are you saying Master?" Angela you are a submissive. Yes I showed you how to act like a submissive and how to talk like one and how to think like one, but you were already a submissive before all that. And you know and I know from your own life now, that a submissive. I didn't regard myself as gay. Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty much gay. Of course, he'd been married once. He even had a son and daughter, and, according to him, he and his ex-wife were, in his words: "Good friends. Better than we were when we'd been married!" When I knew Bob (this is now close to five years ago), he was still working (even at the age of 67).. I had never kissed or been kissed so passionately in my life. Our loud, sexy smacking, licking and groaning filled my already electrified bedroom, my incestuous den of desire. Heather broke our kiss, her breasts heaving in panting breaths, as she looked up at me and quietly said, "My turn."I nodded, and watched my daughter crawl onto the bed. Heather lay on her back, knees bent, keeping her heels flat on top of the bed. The perfect shape of my daughter's defined calves and thighs, shiny and.