“Why do you need to know?”She studied my face for a moment. “Because you’re like me,” she said, with only half the conviction her question h...d behind it.I had no idea what she was talking about. I made a deliberate sweep of her breasts and crotch with my eyes, ending up with her eyes again. “No, I’m not.”She shook her head. “I know you’re male,” she said, running her hand over my chest, down my stomach and to my crotch. Even with as messy as I was, she fondled me. “And I like that very much.”. We sat down in his living room and he served a rather strong drink but it was very good so it was quickly followed by a second and a third. We talked a lot of old times when we were k**s and then I asked him what he had been up to when he was away studying. He then started to tell me quite a story, for me a bit embarrassing but he seemed to enjoy talking so I listened to his story.He had not much money as a student so he had to find a place to live with a low rent. An apartment was too. At the same time as treating me as an inferior person, I know that I have kept the household together for you. There are then other times when you come home the worse for wear for drink and all I want to do is teach you a lesson. Well, this lady is not miss Cane. She is Lauren Chatsworth, and is a work colleague. It just so happens that she really is into discipline and convinced me that this was the best way to find out whether you would accept my disciplinary control over you. Well, what is. I have no doubt she would have been punctured in three holes by most of the guys out there, as would all of the girls they'd kidnapped, if I hadn't done my thing. I could do no wrong and could fix anything as far as she was concerned.Don 't get me wrong. I was hoping and praying that we'd come out of there whole. It just wasn't a done deal as far as I was concerned.I don't know what time Mom got up but the coffee was ready and she had a good start on a big breakfast when I went into the kitchen.