This demanding and overly blatant shock value to family and discrete public appearances with her employer really turned us both on. She could never be...happy with my lack of income yet she loved my cock and the fact that I was, am, and always will be her little boy cousin she gets to fuck, take advantage of and demand I do anything she wants for her personal pleasure like a fuck slave. I would have to shave her pussy, legs, give messages, cock on demand (mine, others, lick, suck and swallow. I looked back at the approaching crowd and waited on the edge of a razor between holding my ground and running as Lady Arneson stopped in front of me. She had a pleasant smile and held out her hand to me. "Mr. Nautikuus, at last we meet."Michael looked a touch shocked. I don't think he knew that she was aware of my birth name. Then again, I wasn't sure there was much she wasn't aware of. If she was anything like me, she could communicate with all of those bound to her and I was sure she had. On the Monday evening Bill came over with his new laptop and after a quick hello chat with Tracy I said for me and Bill to go to my study to start to transfer files over.Bill was a bit flush, he asked me if I had looked at any of the files I said yes and found them to be more than erotic. He said they are very important to him even more so since him and Tara had divorced. I said look we’ve been good friends for years and I was happy to recover them for him. He asked me if Tracy had seen any of. She looked at me and smiled. She got the message. ‘So what’s a good looking guy like you doing on his own?’ she asked seriously. ‘Ah … well … recently divorced and working on my rehabilitation,’ I admitted. ‘Good for you. That’s exactly the right thing to do. I speak from experience.’ ‘Oh … sorry to hear that,’ I said without looking at her. ‘Don’t be. I made a mistake and I fixed it. Simple as that. Trouble is, I’m making the same mistake over again more often than not,’ she said in an even.