At first, I had found the merciless cruelty displayed during those performances to be most exciting. The closer it was getting to end of training the...more terrified I was of them. I knew I had been materially changed and now thoroughly accepted Female Supremacy as a fact of life. It is true that I had become accustomed to living with an impaling plug deeply thrust into my asshole most of the time. Also true I now found it quite natural to throw myself on the floor to tongue the soles of. So much so that I had to jerk off. I sent him my mobile number and he rang to get the address, I was so nervous, but I wanted to taste cum again. What really got me nervous was that it turned out he was just around the corner from my house, on a job (no idea what he did) he told me he'd be there in 5 minutes.Panic gripped me, was this going to happen? I quickly the him a text, telling him the door was open and to just come straight in. Which he did, he found me in my living room on my knees. He. Hell, I worked for him one summer in Saratoga.”“So, what’s he like? He doesn’t say anything about himself.”Dickie leaned back and thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve never been anywhere with Sam when he wasn’t the smartest guy in the room. He’s a genius, literally. He’s got more degrees than the rest of us combined. That’s his biggest problem, too. He knows it, and he simply won’t tolerate fools, and, to Sam, most of the world falls in the category of fool. Have you seen his temper yet?”“Uh, not. She begins to shake slightly, for fear or excitement, I don't know. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." Yes," she answers and looks at me devoted and somewhat clueless. "Down," I say. She slowly slides down my body and kneels on the floor as I push my skirt up. I pull my panties to the side and press her head against my pussy. She hesitates, but then starts licking across my labia. I sit down.