He’s so fucking anal about shit you won’t believe it. You’ll see, if the stupid fuck lives. Everything had to be just so, his food perfectly coo...ed, nothing burned or even singed, the temps just right, the whole shit. Like I said, unbelievable. But I did get good at it, at least. The last two weeks he didn’t have to spank me, any. I’m a hell of a cook now, at least.I didn’t do too good that first night, I burned the biscuits slightly, although he did eat them. He ate everything and then he had. The girl I went outside with for a cigarette introduced me to him. He smiled and instantly picked up my mood, encouraging me not to worry about circumstances and that everything balanced eventually, even quoting a few examples in a humoresque way. I tried not to be attracted to him, but he possessed a persona that somehow got past my defences. When he found out what my job was he informed me that his department needed some help in my chosen field and would I be available to assist. Instructing. ”“God!” I was shocked.“You don’t want me to touch you?” “Well you’re my Uncle, I mean it’s not right.”“Oh Cindy, just relax and be more free. What to smoke a little weed with me?”He went and got the pipe and we smoked a little. After several hits I was feeling much better, my sunburn hurt less and so I sat back letting my legs open.“Oh god Cindy, I know I promised but I can’t help it, I have to do something.” My Uncle said and grabbed his fully erect cock and stroked. He jerked it so fast that. He gave me the third degree for being so stupid in the first place though. Looking back, I realized I should have listened to him from the beginning.My dad owned a construction company. It was started by his father and then passed down to him. He was worth a considerable amount of money and had over a hundred people working for him full time. I know he also paid a number of people under the table. In the business circles, people considered dad a powerful man, one not to mess with.I figured that.