What do these jobs have in common? They’re mine. How did I get them? Well, for safety purposes, let’s just say my name is Diamond and this is my s...ory. Growing up was tough as it is with everyone, but growing up with a poor drunk father and a mom who took his crap day in and day out, well, I knew what I didn’t want my life to be when I grew up. Poor, powerless and dominated. Dad wasn’t abusive physically, but his words hurt mom and she just took it. Ever the submissive. He never yelled at me,. It was to be my car to the masters place and she sat quietly next to me, giving instructions at every junction over what I suspect was a longer than normal route to the masters home. The place was a biggish stand alone place in its own grounds, about 50 yards or more of thick hedges and bushes separating the house from the neighbours on either side. Just perfect for a sexual trysting house, a tidy and well appointed residence. As always I turned my motor before I parked on the gravel drive,. I watched as she spread legs to getoff the recliner, again that covered pussy. I had never been so enhanced withmoms pussy before today. being so close to it,licking it and kissing it mad meexcited.What would we do tomorrow?As we got to the top of the stairs mom kissed me on the cheek and said "goodnight my little man, remember no playing with yourself."With that I went off to bed. Chapter 2Morning was here whether I wanted it or not. I was. Afterward, she looked at Howard, and he nodded, so she left the room.When Jeremy seemed to be back in command of himself, Howard chuckled and said, "If you think that was good, wait until you see what she can do with her cunt and asshole." Jeremy frowned at the use of the crude language, and Howard apologized, "Sorry, I forgot to warn you that, as part of the training, the slaves are taught to refer to their organs in the common street terms. That helps to reinforce their status in their minds,.