My dad's mom was very, very rich, and she would dote on him and keep him financially secure. My parents finally married about ten years after they met... and I was born in January 1983. My mom would often smile and call me her "accidental child". Sometimes, people say this to be cute, but in my case, it was completely true. My parents had no desire for children. They didn't hate me; they were just very distant, and unable to be caring parents. I think my grandmother realized this would happen,. An awkwardness. A problem that doesn’t have to be a problem, and I won’t let it be, but is still a little uncomfortable for me.One of the things Hugo does to keep in shape is run. And I mean he runs. I tried to go with him one day, I do some jogging of my own, but within only a few hundred yards I was so out of breath that I just collapsed and told him to keep going, that I’d walk back. Instead, almost without breaking stride, he bent down, picked me up effortlessly and kept going, still. He moved away and she got up, placing her feet on the carpet.?I am leaving now. You, wash the socks and polish the shoes for tomorrow. Then lock yourself in the cage.??Yes Mistress.??Oh and remember to vacuum the carpets tomorrow, they keep making my feet dirty.??Yes Mistress.?With that, Matt’s Mistress left the room to get ready. He went straight to his work. He picked up her black leather shoes and the black socks, treating them as divine objects. I didn’t get to suck the toes today, he. I reached down to grab his cock, and he sighed a bit. I wasn’t sure if he was awake now, but he wasn’t acting like he was awake or, if he was, that he wanted me to stop. So I figured it was all green lights. I went back down on him, and seeing he didn’t stop me, I started to suck his cock in earnest. I cupped his balls as I did my best to get his cock down my throat. I wasn’t able to get past the gag reflex, but I did get a fair amount of his length down my throat. I slowly picked up the pace.