To be used by me from time to time. Mmmm..... You don't know it yet, but this is one of those mornings. Reaching for the baby oil on the night st...nd, I drizzle a little bit over myself. The cold drops hitting the tip, and flowing down between my fingers, and to the base of my shaft as I tighten, and then loosen my grip on myself. You still in the kitchen believing that I'm fast asleep. Cooking away at the stove in nothing but your thong, and apron. You're still tingling and slightly wet. I sat up in alarm, looking at the guy who had just walked through the door. He was tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a square jawline. His shirt was tight around his muscles: he obviously kept fit. He was easily the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. “Are you gonna get that?” He repeated, snapping me out of my gaze. “Uh- no. I’m not. It’s just my parents: I’ll call them back later,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away from his large biceps. “Who are you?” “Ryder,” he smiled, “your new. "Can't say I have."Lonna went back to the stove and grabbed a plate of curiously small eggs- the edges crisped in bacon grease, and with deep golden over-easyyolks - from atop the counter. She placed it next to the porridge pot,before handing Melissa a roughly-hewn wooden spoon."Eat up," Lonna cheerfully commanded. "But be careful, it's..."She trailed off, wincing as Melissa stuck the spoon into the pot, andscooped the porridge directly into her mouth.Melissa swallowed the porridge. It tasted. Then I feel hands on my back, strong large manly hands, hard and slightly scratchy to the touch and my skin begins to shiver even in the heat of the day. They roam over my back, caressing my bum that is so clearly on display, owning it, firm and with purpose.I barely prepare myself for the first one, easily sliding into the alluring false security of my Masters touch to be rudely shaken by a stinging slap to my left bum cheek. “Shit” I hiss under my breath, I guess I know who is in charge now,.