. life before you." She explained pretty much what I said at the beginning of my story, except she didn't mention my father had the power too. She the... went on and explained how bad it was to change another person, even a little bit. That God had intended for others to be the way they were, and we shouldn't tamper with God's work. She ended with, "It is also very bad manners to spy on other people’s thoughts when they don't know. That is why... Why I ask your permission before I examine yours.. I gazed at it. He was bigger than my boyfriend, the difference a couple of years growing up makes. He was looking at me looking at his cock. ‘Well, go on’ he prompted. I was churning inside, my breath shortening. This was the second ‘proper’ cock I had seen and my heartbeat was rising. I reached out for it and circled my hand around it. A few rubs like my boyfriend had shown me and he was completely hard. I settled in to a steady stroking, rubbing his skin up and down over the head. He was. The corner wasn’t glowing anymore, and nothing happened when Maya touched it again. Worried she would forget, she took notes of her grandmother’s words, as close as she could recall them.So, Sonia is my Ward, she thought. She realised she knew her precise position, just as if it were any other part of her body. She looked at the clock, and ran to school. She had to see her before things got messy.Maya arrived at school a few minutes early, knowing Sonia would soon be there, too. It was one of. She enjoyed his confusion.He wondered at the butler. That almost silent, enigmatic man who, it seemed, served as her slave. But, he was never naked, but always subservient. Uniformed and deferential but, he was never grovelling. More of a servant than a slave. I thought.Monique walked around her captive. Of course there were two captives in the room, myself and my husband but it seemed that somehow we had different status and the I was the slave of Monique where as he was treated like the slave.