"Uh ... I thought that having a master would be all about ... er, about..."Helpfully, I interjected, "Sexual slavery and debauchery?"Nailed it! "Yes, ...es, that's it! I thought you would spend all your time using me sexually. I figured that the braless thing, and the hold your cock in my mouth thing were warm ups to your making love to me in new ways, and while, oh, I dunno, while you had me tied up and stuff! You ogling me, well, while you tried to be subtle about it, you were doing that before. And she might even be able to help with money for supplies.”“Really? Why do you say that?”“She recently said she’s looking for someone to help out around the studio with some maintenance projects. Maybe you can do some work for her. I’m sure she’d pay decently. I make good dough there teaching some of the kids’ classes.”I shrugged. “All right, I’ll try to get over there next week.”I met Clara at her studio one day after school, taking the bus that went into town instead of my usual one. Shannon. I'll tell them you got another ticket. That's what they asked me to call and ask for. They didn't ask for a ticket that would sit her right next to us." You're being legalistic about this, Sweetheart," he said, sighing."So's my mother," she shot back.Girls talk about finding men - maybe more than one man at a time. Especially girls who have access to so few men that they tend to overdo it when they think access will improve things all by itself. Janice was particularly bad, as she was the slut. I sat up and Mary came crawling into my arms.“Feeling better, love?” I asked. My arms were wrapped around her, stroking her head.“I don’t know how I will manage, she wants me to take the responsibilities my elder sister left behind. How can I? I am not her and I can’t become like her,” Mary blurted out.I continued stroking her head and allowed her to speak.“First of all, they don’t inform me about my sister’s death, then they expect me to take over the responsibilities she left behind. I feel.