“Like in Venus in Furs,” she whispered, “let me be your despot. Let me toy with you to my heart’s desire. Like in the Story of O, let me show ...ou off to whomever I deem worthy. Let me bask in your submission; let me get drunk on the power you give to me. Will you gift me that pleasure?” She knew my weak spot so well. How could I not want to please her? The word forced itself from me. “Yes!” “And while your, soft, wet, hot little tongue licks my toes, a friend is going to fuck your snatch while. .' said Tristam in a breathy voice I hardly heard, 'Please don't stop...' Now was the time t swoop in...'I have to stop Daddy, I have to do my homework...' I said in a child-like voice'What,...what the fu- did you just call me daddy?' Said Tristam'Yeah, that is your name....don't you remeber, I'm your little boy...'An evil smile crep onto Trsitam's face.'Yeah, I remeber, you are my little boy, now what's your homework''Science daddy, biology...''And what homework is it...''Well...we learnt all. It was kind of our system anyways. He'd do the administration, thetalking -- and I'd get the simpler stuff. The stuff my six-foot-threemass of corded muscle was built for. And I got to do my idle thinkingwithout any outside pressure bullshit while Andy went on with his mouthand took any opportunities to intercept white collars come to check upon us. It was all practically fucking meditative.The blue blood at this place was even worse than the last guy that setAndy off, though. My little buddy. The sound of gunshots gave us energy to pedal faster, eastward into the hills. We rode trails to San Andreas Lake, yes, the one for which the famous fault is named. We pitched camp beside the lake. We were only a couple miles from SFO airport but it felt like a mountain retreat. Our ‘camp’ was mostly a tarp hung from ropes between trees, with a groundcloth under our joined sleeping bags. Another couple had a similar setup fifty yards away. We noted each other fucking. Nobody offered to share..