Fiona Farrell met her two granddaughters at the gate outside their school. The two ran up to their grandmother and hugged her, both children feeling h...r body go tense at the touch of two naked sweaty girls wrapping arms around the grandmother's skirt. "Please stop, until you are washed and clothed, girls, you will soil my linen skirt with your sun screen and sweat."Belted into their towel covered seats in the third row of the Lincoln Navigator driven by Fiona Farrell, the girls asked why their. .." she began, then wiped her face with both hands, sniffed several times while wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and stood up a bit straighter. "Yes, Master." That is all." I said, "Back in position."River walked over to the other slaves and got back in position."Baby, please get River some hand wipes." I requested."Catherine, come here." I ordered.Catherine stood up and walked over to me. Her slightly-too-tight, light blue slave outfit firmly hugging her curves. She held her head. Then I knew the blowjob in the parking lot was to kill time; they were waiting for me to leave our house; they were thinking now I was off at work and they could continue with this affair in my own home. He drove into our driveway and my wife got out and opened the garage.I parked up the street and walked to our house very silently; slipping in the back way, I could hear their voices coming from the living room.I spied on them from the dining room. Our neighbor, Fred, was sitting on my own. If I fail I will be fired. I could moan about the changes of statistics tutors and the incompetence of their stand-ins. I could complain that what I was taught bore no resemblance to the required study. I could complain that the examination and the marking were unfair. None of that mattered now. If I didn’t pass this time I was a failure. The pressure was telling on me. Not only did I have to learn what I should have been taught last year but there was this year’s work as well. If I failed.