The girls settle in to their roles
Sandy and Tracy were in a very playful mood so I thought I would stay out of their way and let them play. I pulled a chair to the side of the bed giving them all the room they needed. I was both surprised and flattered by their actions. Tracy started things off by telling Sandy she wanted them to role play. She would be herself, but she wanted Sandy to assume the role of being me.
Sandy looked at me and winked as she got up to go to the dresser. As she donned a strap-on dildo, she said, "In that case, I'll need this, my little pixie."
"Ummm, Steven, I love it when you call me your little pixie," Tracy purred as she slipped fully into her role.
I really wanted to let Sandy do this her way but I remembered how she far into the dominant role she had gotten on a previous occasion with Tracy so I looked at her while wrinkling my brow hoping she would understand I was cautioning her. Being dominant was one thing, however, humiliating the submissive was yet another all too different aspect.
She seemed to understand my intent since she closed her eyes and nodded slowly.
I decided to break my silence by saying, "Safe word."
They both smiled shyly and whispered something to each other, which I could not hear. Presumably, they agreed upon something. I watched closely as Tracy crushed her petite body into Sandy and pulled her rather roughly into her arms. Their lips parted as their mouths to kiss each other as if they were long lost lovers. Their breasts with hard spiked nipples jutted forward. I could almost feel the heat of the arousal mounting within each of them.
Tracy wrapped her lovely legs around Sandy's hips as she was propelled forward by her own momentum. Tracy was in an obvious hurry. She was already wet enough for to be penetrated by the plastic phallus which Sandy was wearing. Tracy raised herself and guided the phallus to the opening of her hidden chasm.
As she lowered herself onto it she moaned to Sandy,"Lay still, my darling Steven, let me ride your cock. I need it so bad. Let me be your little subby slut, and please you as I please myself."
It was rather amusing to watch the sudden role reversal as Sandy laid back and allowed Tracy to actually 'top' her. Tracy took it a step further by saying, "Make me come on your cock, then please eat my slutty pussy afterwards."
She rocked her hips back and forth with twisting motions as she leaned down to kiss Sandy more fervently than before.
My cock was twitching and throbbing as I sat in silence watching them. It was with great difficulty that I restrained myself from mounting Tracy from behind to give her the pleasure of double penetration with my cock in her ass while the dildo burrowed deeper and deeper into her wanton pussy.
I really wanted to watch everything as Sandy and Tracy made love with each other but sleep began to overtake my voyeuristic desire. I drifted off to sleep in the chair. I have no idea how long they stayed awake enjoying each other but I awakened in the morning with one of them on each side of me on the bed. We almost overslept but we did manage to wake up in time for showers and coffee before going to work. We left without waking Karen and Rachel. Sandy dropped Tracy and me off at the office and went to get takeout breakfast for us at a nearby restaurant.
I told Tracy to go to the funeral home after breakfast to select a suitable but not extravagant urn for my father's ashes. We would get something similar for Daphne's ashes when it became necessary. I was reasonably sure her family was not overly interested in what we did in that regard but we would give the appearance of doing what was reverent and proper. Their primary concern had been about any life insurance she may have had. I didn't particularly care either way. I was going to do what was necessary to maintain the professional image of the company and if that included making suitable funeral arrangements for Daphne then so be it.
I got a call on my cell phone from an unknown female caller asking me to meet her someplace public but where we could have a little privacy to talk. She would not identify herself so I was a little apprehensive about the meeting. I told her I would meet her in the library at the university at 10:00 and she could find me in the Shakespeare section. My choice was public yet still somewhat secluded and certainly quiet and safe. I was simply being cautious since I knew neither who she was nor what she wanted to discuss with me? When I asked her how I would recognize her, she said she would find me.
I ate breakfast with Sandy and Tracy and told them I had to go to the university for a little while but I would return soon. The mystery woman turned out to be Zack's wife, Savanna. She apologized for the rather clandestine meeting but she didn't want Zack to find out about it should someone see us together.
I listened intently as Savanna explained that Zack had told her of my proposal to him about getting a general contractors license and he was very excited about it. She seemed quite nervous and wanted my promise I would not tell anyone of our meeting. Naturally, I agreed to let this remain a secret between the two us seeing no reason to cause her to be concerned.
Savanna started telling me of some things which had happened soon after Zack began working for my father. I remembered the cryptic notes I had found in Zack's file and stopped her before she could go into any specific details.
"Savanna, I think I know where you are trying to go with this and I must tell you there is no need for it. I found some notes my father had made quite a long time ago. I destroyed those notes so whatever you think you need to explain is unnecessary. I am not my father and if you have some deep, dark secrets let them remain where they are. I have no need to know the details. The offer I made to Zack is based upon his ability to do the job and the company's need for him to help us; nothing else matters. Whatever may or may not have happened in the past is ancient history," I said to her calmly.
"Thank you, Steven, I don't know what I expected when I asked you to meet me but it certainly wasn't this. No wonder Zack is so excited about your offer. He told me you were nothing at all like your father and I can see that he was right. I promise you he will take and pass the examination or he'll be sleeping alone on our sofa until he does," she said with a very charming smile and a gentle laugh.
I couldn't resist just a tiny bit of flirtation with her so I said, "You're lucky, Savanna you are married. Otherwise, I might act more like my father did."
I reached out to shake her hand and tell her goodbye but she ignored my extended hand and leaned up to kiss me lightly on the cheek with no sexual intent as she said, "Thank you, again, for being so kind about everything and for keeping my secret."
"Savanna, I don't know of any secret. You haven't actually told me anything and the notes I found were suggestive but nonspecific," I said with a smile and left her standing there. As I turned to leave, I glanced at the titles on the shelves. One that seemed to stand out was, 'Oedipus.' I chuckled to myself as I thought of Sandy and the irony of where I was standing.
While driving back to my office, I silently cursed my arrogant, self-centered, womanizing asshole of a father for what I was positive he had done to such a charming young woman so many years ago. Although I had not given Savanna the opportunity to admit it and his own notes were nonspecific, I knew he had basically coerced her into prostituting herself to him and she had done it only to help her husband advance in his career. It did not absolve her for giving in to him. To me, it was simply a foolish mistake made by a young wife with good intentions. On the other hand, I couldn't help but despise my father for his actions or for what he had done to my mother and heaven knows how many other women.
