Luke would sit with Matt on his lap and stroke his blond hair, hair just like his mother's, and say, "Matt is my pretty boy. Matt is my good boy." And...although Martin and John couldn't really do anything to win his approval, they still tried everything they could think of to please Luke.When Matt was about four years old and Martin was twelve or thirteen and John about ten, Millie disappeared. One day she was there and the next day she was not. Luke didn't say a lot, but he cursed her, talking. Partly because she wasterrified about being out in public dressed like a girl.At the restaurant she behaved perfectly, letting the waiter push in herchair for her and sitting correctly like I had trained her. I told thewaiter that she would not be requiring a menu as I would order for usboth; this was perfectly natural as I was the alpha male and she was mylittle, bimbo, trophy tart.As we ate I told her to recount for me how her evening last Wednesday asa male with a girl had gone. I knew from. She was having trouble with the exam, I could tell. As she squirmed, the skirt moved up her legs and i could see more and more of her milky, smooth, thigh. I could almost see the line of her pale, white panties underneath simple but as sexy as I could imagine. I had daydream after daydream about tearing those panties off and fucking her mercilessly until my cum spilled out all over her pussy.It was minutes until the end of the test, and students were slowly streaming out of the room. They. It definitely suited Mistress but I was just glad it was darkinside. ?Coat check sir??Yes, do you wish to check your coat slave.??No thank you, I?ll just keep it with me just in case.? In case of what I don?t know. It was all I could come upwith that quickly. Mistress was really settling in well into her role. ?Isn?t this fun slave?? she whispered to me as we waited onthe hostess.?Lets get a table in the bar area. I want to people watchand be people watched.? I just wanted to go home. Once we.