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I love you, Kitana. I love you so much. Thank you for being mine," he whispered sincerely. "Thank you for accepting the darkest parts of me." Kissing him back, eyes shimmering, the girl whispered what was in her heart. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Master. I love being a submissive to a man with raw power and caring and a strong will, who is willing to guide me and add meaning to my life. There are so many things I love about you, Master, but above all, I love your soul - the strength of it, the iron in it, and yes, even the darkest bits of it. Especially those." "Damn it, I don't deserve you," he sighed, and with that he undid her bindings. He gathered her up in his arms. He wrapped one arm underneath her breasts. Naked, spooned by her Master, the slave girl fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep - one which her prim and proper parents would never have understood. THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE Hi everyone, I hope you liked this story. In some ways it was very easy to write because sometimes I wonder what 'prim and proper' people would think if they knew what my hubby and I do behind closed doors. I've always gravitated to forbidden desires. The theme for this story is simply this: Accept the darker parts of yourself and use them constructively. I promise you, it's a much happier way to live. ~Kitty Ronald and Donald are the upper teenage twin sons of Ray and Cathy, who live on a five acre lot surrounded by a dense row of evergreen trees which virtually block view from all four sides. The only exception is the driveway into the huge garage building where Ron and Don’s father stores his antique cars, storage building for spare parts and a huge workshop and office area where the records are kept. And view from the road in front is blocked by a tall solid gate. In addition to a large collection of antique cars, there is also a fully functioning antique fire truck of 1936 vintage. Ron and Don are fully involved and into their father’s avid hobby of collecting and restoring antique vehicles. They look for cars of any condition, restore those that are worthwhile and salvage those that are too far gone to be saved. Over the course of time, they became well known in Moms and Boys the state and often get calls offering leads for interesting vehicles. This story is written from Ronald’s (Ron’s) perspective. Don and I have always known that Mom and Aunt Rachel used to watch Dad wash and wax his cars, while he was naked, from the upstairs window of her house next door. Of course, in the twenty some years since, the trees have grown taller and the view is blocked, so we feel free to carry on in Dad’s tradition of doing the work where we would thoroughly soak our clothes while washing the cars and parts while naked. Naturally from time to Big Tits time we would get caught naked by Mom or Dad, but being secret nudists, we weren’t bothered and neither were they. Although we didn’t intentionally flaunt our nudity, especially when clients or visitors were expected, other than that we were pretty relaxed about being naked. A couple of times our identical twin cousins, Cindy and Crissy dropped by unexpectedly causing us to step inside the workshop and don our clothes. Even so, we knew we had been seen by the expressions on their faces when we came into the house, but no one made a big deal of it. One of the reasons we hurried inside when they came around was to hide the inevitable erections that popped up when we knew we were being seen by our drop-dead-gorgeous cousins. By drop-dead-gorgeous, I mean every red-blooded would be stud in the school district would have given their last dollar to get their hands on those perfect titties! After one of these episodes, Don commented to me, “Ron, I am beginning to think Cindy and Crissy are not that bothered by seeing us naked, do you think they are spying on purpose?” I had wondered the same thing myself, but didn’t know how to find out if it were true or not, and certainly didn’t want to risk a family incident by pushing things too far. However; one memorable spring Saturday morning the question was answered in a most definite way. Mom and Dad had taken off for the weekend along with Uncle Kenny and Aunt Rachel to attend a Tantra Workshop, whatever that was. Ask Prema to study” she called Rohit on mobile. “Finally got what you deserve? Kelly's frustration over Jake paying all his attention to the cute flirty girls made her angry. “Is that the only hole you’ve tried?” Please don’t, Daniel.” She wept. The German cousins I took her into my arms, and comforted her with some kissing and attentions to her pussy to let her know that she was very desirable, it was just her father’s moral convictions that made that impossible for him, not that he didn’t love her, because he most certainly did. She grabbed my head and cried out. That evening after a couple more stories I announced a slight change in procedure. I love your cock in me!” I pulled up my pants and trousers and we rushed home. She loves gardening and I hate it. “Please, Elena.” She barely said it, her voice was so thin. Dawn broke in the morning sky, a blaze of pink yellow and blues streaking across the world. I giggled as I realized I had made daddy horny. He may have her talk with me, so I was now dreading that evening. “If I make a mistake I must live with it. Her breasts were almost nonexistent but pretty much just two long nipples standing erect. The scream that burst out of him made Ko, Amaia and Ryssy take a few steps back. I melted into his lips. After I had finished with the toilet and washed my hands I told her, “I’ll see you downstairs in a few minutes. “So” Mr Slater spoke, his Big Tits voice echoing around the room. It made my pussy tingle to give him pleasure. Ivory crumbled into dust as a clearing opened in the center of one of the chamber's walls, breaking Moms and Boys the subtle sounds of the room with hideous screams and desperate cries from just beyond the newly formed passage; a thin fiend cloaked in red dress drifted unnaturally into the faintly lit dungeon, its face obscured by a crimson veiled hood. I’d always be worrying that people could see something that they shouldn’t.” My heart beat fast in my chest, surging hot blood through my veins. A special test he set up just for her. Sleep well, little bitch. I would have a sore ass all afternoon as I worked to remind me that I was in my proper station now. Yes, this would end up exactly as he had hoped when he first laid eyes on the gorgeous white mother. It was too far to see the door labels but I was pretty sure the right hand door was the entrance the the men's restroom.