" Good. Keep me posted as to where you are and perhaps I'll have another surprise for you while you're out wandering around." Great to talk to you, Li...a." Bye, Honey," she said, as she hung up.I sat back in my chair thinking how nice that conversation was. I also wondered at my increased pulse rate and obvious excitement about hearing from her. Perhaps I need to look at this relationship a little deeper.After shutting down the equipment, I went out to eat, joining the family as they herded the. It was quite possible he’d have to defend himself against fast moving projectiles.I decided I needed to do something about that.I started by throwing things at him. I chose a can of tuna first, which was a mistake, upon reflection. I should have started with a soft rubber ball.“See if you can stop this from hitting you,” I said.Then I launched it.I also should have warned him about what my intent was.The can hit him in the chest and dropped to the floor.“Owww!” he yelped. “Why’d you do that?”I. The Parole board said they would help me get a job, but whenever the potential employer knew I had been imprisoned for GBH (Grievous Bodily Harm), I dropped off their list. They were afraid I would set on them.When in prison, I was left alone after the first day. Some old-timers tried to get fresh and tried to get me into a bum boy, but a few crushed balls and broken fingers, to their minders settled that score. Yes, I was a hard man as they called us, not afraid to stomp someone to death if. Master took his sofa,me gingerly on his lap, feeling his arms around my waist, his beautiful cock throbbing deliciously under me.I looked across to Mistress, smiling at her. She was going to have the time of her life tonight, maybe even better than I had. The hour was getting late when Master returned me to my room. Thoughtfully my dinner was on my desk instead of those earlier items of punishment. I still couldn't sit down without gasping in pain so I got a pillow from my closet, placing it on.