She would come home pissed off and irritable and we ended up having several silly little spats over things. Finally I told her to either fuck him or q...it because I couldn't take any more of the way things were going. She went to work the next day and told him to leave her alone or she would quit and then file sexual harassment charges against him and the company. Then she told him that he should keep that in mind when he filled out her performance review. He backed off and three months later he. So, there I was, sat in my room, at my table, in my short, silky robe, drinking my G&T and making some ‘phone calls. It was about 6pm, and being July, the room was full of light. Then I saw him. There was a public footpath coming out of the copse, about 50 yards away. He walked along it with his dog on a lead. I was sitting side on to the open French windows. As is my style, I made sure he hadn’t noticed I’d seen him. He had a full view of my side, the silky robe only covering my leg down to. She giggled to herself. Tyrone asked her what was so funny.‘“Oh Daddy. Just a few months ago I was still in a Catholic school and the nuns there taught us to be good little girls and always keep our legs closed and only have sex with our husbands once we were married. Now look where I am. I’m lying in a bed naked with my gorgeous Black Daddy after he fucked me and now he’s feeling my body everywhere! They would be so shocked.”They both laughed at the thought.“Why didn’t you listen to the. Back when I had a sugar MOMMY (or commonly known to you as MISTRESS), trying to be HER favorite pet. I smiled as I reminisced my earlier days with HER.My time with HER made me so independent, confident, and strong. Yet I hated HER for letting me go. I was safe, happy, and joyful during my relationship with HER. But all she wanted from me was my obedience, submission, blind faith, and my mouth at HER cunt at the snap of her finger.I wanted more. I aspired to be more than just a slave, I deserved.