Mitsuko sat in rapt attention, simply listening to the story, though we did both manage to eat our lunches.“Are you judging the Labor Day tournament...” she asked when we finished eating and I finished my story.“No. I’m just too busy. I need some time to relax, and that’s a perfect weekend to do it. I’d be happy to take you and Miyu to dinner, though, if you like.”“Very much so! I’ll start coming to the dojo a couple of times a month, too. You’re going to be away again, right?”“Yes. I need to. There were few people around yet - which was good. He did not think he could have handled their adoration in his current state. Wandering over, Paul was disappointed by how meagre the fair was. Given wartime rationing and restrictions this was not too surprising, but still; a fair should consist of more than a couple of stalls and a few tents. One of these tents, which was striped and around ten foot square in floor area, attracted Paul's attention. The painted sign over the entrance identified. I was having difficulty getting my head round what consenting adults could get up to. The sergeant said, ‘There were a few items here and there that had been used, they are all in the photos, they have been taken away for forensics.’ I nodded. I did not want to ask what items! I took a deep breath and went through the other door. This room was just as large. It had what looked like an old-fashioned stocks, a torture rack and chains and ropes hung from numerous places on the wall and ceiling.. I clutched her, blinking. The world swam drunkenly for a moment.Then my vision sharpened onto my sexy mother. I had to seduce her. I needed to and...An idea popped into my head.“God, I want Daddy to fuck me like that,” moaned my sister. “It would be so incredible. I'm going for it. I'm his intern all summer long. I'll show him I'm better than that hussy, Vanessa.”“Yeah, he should keep it in the family,” I panted, rubbing her nipples. “I bet I can seduce Mom faster than you can seduce Dad.”I.