I'd even stop fucking women if I had to go through all this crap for them, ' told me where her focus currently lay.Amy was the secretary to Gary's par...ner. He was almost never there according to her, and she spent much of her time helping the remainder of the office staff on general duties like a temp. Gary said that though she was not the brightest globe on the ceiling, he wasn't in line for another wife anyway. His first two were already more trouble than they were worth. Doris and he may not. "Welcome home Sammy," Mr. Oldham said. Suzanne was standing behind him and if I was not mistaken I believe her hand was affixed to his rump.I stood up. "Thank you, sir. It's good to be home."I ruined two of the rubbers that night, practicing putting them on and taking them off without spilling my seed. The next morning I counted how many were remaining in the package. There were ten. That's good, I thought."Where's Molly?" I asked when Betsy delivered my orange juice."She's off this weekend. Is. "My mother stepped back from me. "My goodness!" She glanced at the others, blushing as she usually did when her face turned red with emotion. Dear mother, always holding back, even when it was harmless. I used to blush exactly that way. Used to.I went to my Aunt Mary, reaching out for her, smiling. "Aunt Mary, nice to see you."I gave her a little kiss and she held her face away from me, smiling proudly. "Look just like your daddy, sweetheart."Then to Aunt Francis, whose eyes got even wider with. .. OOhhh!" My wail was cut off when her fist punched lusciously back into the wetness, winding me for several seconds.Yes, I had submitted at last, and it was truly beautiful. I had just called her Mistress for the first time, and as a reward, that evening Mistress Margaret took me to a very special place. She was brutal and gentle all at once, caressing, teasing me with sweetness in ways she never had before, then reverting, quick as a flash to controlled violence, so that I became deliciously.