”“I guess.”“Jerry Brown, that old warhorse in California, compares governing to paddling a canoe. Right side, left side, constant course corre...tions to keep you in the middle of the river.”“Sounds a little simplistic.”Matt laughed, “Yeah, the way I said it, it does. Let’s roll.”He took me over to the Watergate complex, to my old pal, Mr. Kenneth. Matt shook hands and said, “Hasidic Jew.”Mr. K frowned at me, “Wow.”The two men talked about me as if I weren’t there. Or as I if were there, but it. I was helpless and I loved every second of it. I noddedyes and Tyrone smiled. "I won't be able to get back here until later on inthe morning," he told me, "but I'm gonna spend all night dreaming aboutthat hot sissy ass. Then I'm gonna come over and fuck you so hard thatyou'll have a real pussy from now on.I nodded and said "Thank you, Daddy." Good night, sissy," he said as he walked out the door.Daveed added, "Fuck you later, slut," as they left.I heard the truck start and drive away and I lay. But he can't come withme to texas -- he is good at his job, and his job requires him to behere. And, as i said, i can not not go to my mother. So what to do? Ican't leave the poor thing here to his own devices -- I can't risk himfalling for some other Domme, or some other girl," she said. "Andbesides, he's pretty much past subbing anyway."My stomach turned a little. "are you going to turn me over to him,Mistress?" i asked "are you going to make him my Master." She shook her head. "Of course. I played it cool and didn’t flirt with him at all in front of my family.“An you must be the daughter, Christina? Nigel, nice to meet you.”“Nice to meet you as well.” I said shaking his hand.I didn’t make conversation with Nigel during dinner. Nor did I sit with him and my father as they talked business and watched sports on TV.When it was time for bed I uncovered the holes and opened the guestroom closet. Through my periscope I could see that Nigel was sitting on the bed going over legal.