He whips her just as hard for rule infractions as he does me, but she learns faster, and has discovered that she enjoys the punishments, at least when...I am on the receiving end. It is Monday afternoon, and I have just mopped the floor, only to watch Master carelessly track in dirt from outside. I start to protest before I think, and he grabs my arm, and pushes me into the bedroom we share. "Completely naked, spread your legs, bend over the bed, and wait for me!" I remind him that my. My mother got up at five in the morning and came into my room. She woke me up by sucking on my dick. She didn’t control me the way Randi had. I think that’s because, now that she’d decided to keep doing this thing, she was fired up enough that she was able to cum twice before I lost it. She let me cum in her that morning, and didn’t say a word, except “Happy birthday, baby,” as I grunted and strained to get as deeply in her as I possibly could, while I spewed.After that, though, things changed.. .” There was a loud interruption at the back of the room, and everyone turned to see two lads, probably in their late teens or early twenties, being dragged forwards by four burly men. Alan was not surprised to see that one of the boys was the youth he’d seen slip out of the room earlier. Behind them was a slightly older girl, though still only in her mid twenties. She too was being escorted forward, but unlike the two males, she wasn’t fighting it, but was walking calmly forwards under her own. I wouldn't have it any other way.The next day Lela and I went out for coffee. As promised, I told her some about myself. Some of it was true, but so generic; there was no way the dear girl could gain any insights into my past. Other experiences were made up out of whole cloth. I didn't really have to talk that much. Despite Lela's stated desire to get to know all about me, she was the one who dominated most of the conversation. That was all right with me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd have.