I used to but…but we kind of…you know, like Julia, we broke up. But we’re fine.Aunt Jennifer nodded but I saw Julia smirking and I felt a littl... annoyance. “What the heck is so funny?” I shot at her.She widened her eyes in innocence and said, “What? I’m not laughing at anything!”I glared at her. “Liar, and what about you, didn’t you just break up too? What’s so funny about that?”“Nothing Mike,” Aunt Jennifer said. “It’s perfectly normal to be in love and breakup, even at your age, and I. ” He shook his finger at her sternly as she sat looking up at him innocently.“You are pitching a tent, Mr. Jones,” she said, pointing a finger at the huge bulge in my dad’s pants as she kneeled before him and looked up at him wide eyed.“Uh, that’s none of your concern,” he said, deflating somewhat as he put a hand over his crotch in shame.“I think I can help you with that,” said Brittany, slipping out of bra effortlessly and letting her sweet tits spring free.“Holy fuck, you little slut!” I. Starting out innocently enough requesting some help and you happen to be the one that answered the e-mail. There was some friendly banter and k**ding around. Eventually the banter became flirting and actual teasing... Then one day I mentioned giving you a spanking. You hesitated. You had thought about exploring some dark fantasies. Was this the person you could tell? Was he the one that would understand? So you replied. "Promise?" You waited at your desk like a school girl waiting to see if the. I beg for an appointment. I will call back later.”When she called back and identified herself, the phone was picked up. “You’ve been gone a long time, slut 273,” a voice she didn’t recognize said. “Come Friday at 7 pm. Bring $2,000.”The $2,000 nearly cleaned out her account. Paying off the Visa Gold on Jonathan’s orders had drawn the account lower than usual. She checked her watch by the radio on Friday. It was correct, as usual. She took a cab to Master’s place. At 6:58 on her watch, she rang.