“Monsieur Courvoisier, may I present my step- father and my mother; Sir Elijah and Lady Mimi Greenaway.”The smile on Courvoisier’s face vanished... replaced by embarrassment.He switched from speaking French to English.“Sir Elijah, Lady Mimi, my humblest apologises. On the examination list your step-son is named as Jean-Woodrow Blanchard and natur...”I stopped him by taking hold of his still outstretched hand and giving it a firm shake.“Jean-Woodrow’s full surname is Renoir Allen Blanchard. Renoir. Now stand." She did so, her hands still clasped behind her head. For some reason knownonly to her, she kept her gaze down on the floor. "Now just a few more rules my pretty slave. First, your eyes will alwaysbe downcast but I see you do that already. If you look up, I'll beat you withmy belt is that understood?" "Yes Master." "Good, that is also one of only four phrases you may utter. The others are'No Master', 'Please Master' and 'Thank you Master.'" He smiled, an evil smileshe thought.. ” She beamed a smile at Dan and, with a cheeky grin on her face, said, “Get your clothes off and get ready then.” Then she left the room. Dan, as always, stripped, covered his manhood with the towel provided and lay, face down, on the treatment table. When Ali came in the banter was off key although the massage was, well, better than normal. Ali’s hands had taken on a life of their own and seemed to home in on every knot in every muscle in his back, thighs and calves, but there seemed to be. Big shoulders and a great smile. His arms filled his shirt as he moved. I was sure he had a six pack going on. Somewhere I heard Lou say, "and this is my son Peter and his wife Maggie," but I was so busy checking Cameron out I didn't respond. My husband nudged me. "So nice to meet you," I said. "I've heard a lot about you." "Any of it good?" He asked laughing."Some," I replied, going along with the joke."Well, I hope I live up to that part, although, the naughty parts are always fun too," he.