“We’ve never talked about your home life.”“Single mum. Alcoholic. Do you know about Korsakov’s Syndrome?”“Alcoholic dementia.” I’d e...countered one or two when in psychiatric practice.“She’s in a residential home. Will never come out. Doesn’t recognise me when I go. I haven’t been for over a year.” Long pause, during which we walked to a bridge over the brook and paused to look up and down; a grey wagtail hunting insects, hopping from rock to rock in search. “She’s not my mum any more, you. "So Miss Rasmussen, do you know who I am?" asked Darius. He looked around, hoping that no one was seeing all this. Eva Rasmussen nodded her beautiful Danish-American head, saying,"You are my master." Good", smiled Darius. He had many plans for her as he now owned the beautiful, freedom-loving, blonde teacher. Later, he had her take him to her apartment. She lived all by herself, which was perfect for him. He was sitting on her sofa sipping a glass of Coke as she stood in front of him,. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear that squealing noise?" I listened carefully and said " Yes, sounds like your fanbelt needs tightening." "That sounds very naughty, have you tightened many fanbelts?" she asked and looked me straight in the eye. "Perhaps you'll take a look at mine when we get home." I mumbled. I got on the bed with Dave he laid back and I went to town on his cock again taking his shaft right down to his balls, suck that spunk outa my balls, suck it and suck it good. This was one of my fantasies that had come true so I wasn't going to wasted it, fucking suck it hard Dave said again and stick your finger up my arse. He seemed pretty desperate to be with someone, I've got the feeling I'm going to get the full force of all his pent up frustrations. His cock was that hard it had a slight.