" Jack hung his head a looked a tad intimidated by his wife. I couldn't blame him. She had always been the bitch as long as I knew her. I had never ha... a great relationship with my former English teacher. She'd been treating me with disrespect and disgust throughout school. The funny thing was that my friends accepted me more readily than the teachers who were supposed to be educated. Also, I didn't know whether it was because she suspected my sucking and fucking her husband or the fact that. But then I just started lying. "Mom's at the supermarket because she forgot something for dinner. Dad's out mowing the lawn. May I take a message?"I heard her give a good sigh. I was a very polite boy. She went on a different tack. "Lizzy tells me you invited her over to study?" Yes, ma'am." But it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon! And I'm wondering why you two want to huddle inside and study?" You're telling me! But this Biology course we're taking is really hard. We're in this subsection now. .to when he raises my chin so that I can look into his eyes and possibly see the lust and desire and love he feels for me and he can see it returned in his slut's eyes...to when he first kisses me and takes my breath away with the passion and promise that is placed in that kiss....to when I gratefully allow my master to lead me to the living room where I again kneel by his side in anticipation of all that is to come....I will gladly serve my master anything he so wishes - whether it be a drink. In fact, when his Mother had told him her sister suffered from some kind of "Emotional Problems", it was the most detailed explanation he'd ever heard.Tom had just assumed that his Aunt was a raving loon of some kind, but when he'd met her upon her recent release, he'd been pleasantly surprised to encounter a seemingly normal, attractive woman. She didn't howl at the moon, eat crayons for breakfast, or even screech like a spotted owl. For all intents and purposes, she was a normal, middle-aged.