The first floor of the house was dark and a light was on in an upstairs room.Ed rang the doorbell and a light came on in the hallway of the house. The...front porch light came on and Ed saw a shadow pass over the peephole and he knew that Katherine was checking to see who was at the door at this time of night. Ed heard Katherine call for him to wait while she turned off the alarm.Katherine opened the door. She was dressed for bed and was wearing a robe over a silk, floor length nightgown. She. “How do you plan on doing that?” he asked.“ It’s called a handjob:” I said with a giggle. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of them.”“Not really,” he answered“You mean none of your girlfriends did the for you?”“I was too busy playing hockey, working out, and studying to have a girlfriend. You’re my first,” he replied sheepishly.“Brian O’Leary, I love you to pieces. That is so sweet.”As Brian lifted his butt just enough to slide his pants down freeing his engorged member, I found the small. However, he's looking for a...what is it called? An effeminate boy?" I almost spit my tea, so sudden had she blurted it out." Ma'am, I'm neither...what does..." She never let me finish my sentence as she held her hand up for me to be silent."True, young man, you don't fit into any of those categories...but my relative had implied that you may be interested in what I do have to offer." She leaned forward and folded her fingers at her chest, resting her elbows against her knees, waiting to see if. You stinking half breedbitch shall call me Master Terror…."His laughter shook the rafters of my universe as he released my hair and threwmy head to the floor. "Yes Master Terror" and in that second I knew beyond all else that it was a titlehe would more than earn… and he would wear it with pride… ```` I sat with my back to the cave wall, knees to my chest trying to staywarm, watching as he went about his work… My neck bore the bruisesfrom my latest mistake… I was for the moment totally.