It was just idle chit-chat, the conversation had no rhyme or reason, it was just talking, but it was nice. We had a lot in common and a few shared int...rests and hobbies. It was also nice, as time went on, to see and feel the effects I was having on him. Every now and then I would give him a friendly squeeze or a gentle rub and slowly he hardened in my hand. As more time went on he grew harder still, and a full hour later after our first round, he was ready to again. I gripped his shaft and. I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. However, many years ago, my master use to really beat me. I mean near enough twice a days for years. He use to put his hand around me and literally choke me to death. It was insane!! I'm not sure what pleasure he got out of it, but every time he did that I use to get my revenge by plastering him with my creamy white goo. I was like a volcano when I got going.When I was small, I use to lay in my. . would you like to come in for a cup of tea. My sister won’t be here till after five so I will have a couple of hours to clean up and my offer is my way of saying a practical ‘thank you’.Her home was not a pigs sty but it wasn’t an avenue of control either, you would call it ‘lived in’. She removed a number of items on the lounge and invited him to sit. “Tea or coffee?” she asked as he picked up a rather tattered magazine. “I would prefer tea Linda. I like coffee but it is only a drink whereas. I would rather be here with you than at the party watching him make an ass of himself." C'mere," I said and gave her a big hug and kiss on the head. "It is his loss, for sure." Thanks, Uncle Mike. I am going to go up and change and will be right back. Oh, what are we drinking?" she laughingly asked, as she started to walk towards the stairs."Oh, Joey said to give this to you." She tossed me a small plastic envelope with three joints in it."Oh, um...tell him thanks."I put the weed on the side.