He took me in his arms and with his large paw wiped the few tears that I had shed, smiled, and hugged me close into him. Without denial, he was indeed...a manipulating evil man, a sadist; however I was obviously someone special to him.I wondered what kind of man he would have once been, or would become after the war, if ever that was to happen. Perhaps a staunch school teacher, or even a strict headmaster, but in my very soul I surmised that men like him thrived on their god-like power over life. . Uski age 38 hai,wo almost fit hai,stomach pe thoda sa fat hai,halki halki beard,curly hair but height thdi choti hai 5ft 5inch..Christian haiWo mummy ko school chorna receive krna to krta hi hai aur agr hame functions ya parties ya mummy ko meetings attend krne khi b jana ho to bulane se turant hi aa jata hai…Mummy to har choti baat pe idhr udhr jana ho to unhi ko bula leti hai…Aur mummy k call krte hi wo turant aa bhi jata hai…Dikhne me to thik hai aur behaviour bhi acha hai pr is ache. " Ashley didn't reply, instead blushing and once again avoiding her dominant's eyes. “How about you start calling me master or sir?” Alex said, grinning down at her. “Yes, sir,” she said, barely above a whisper as her eyes filled with need. “May I touch myself?” she asked, squeezing at her index finger as she strays a glance up at him. ***** "No." Says Alex firmly, glowering down at her "That is /my/ cunt." Ashley nods at this, continuing to play with her fingers. “How about this,” Alex says,. Here you might learn some stuff fromthis."Mum passed me a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine and we had a saladtogether."I feel like I have lost a son and gained a daughter, goodnightsweetie," Mum said kissing me on the cheek as I went up to bed with hermagazine. Mum then helped me pack away my shirts and trousers andreplace them with my skirts and blouses. She said she would get Dad toput the cases in the garage. She said she would wash my lingerie andreplace my boxer shorts with my lingerie.