."She moves back a step, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry. That was totally out of line. God, I feel like that slimy Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate.... Why would you want to make love to an old woman?"Taking her tenderly in my arms. "Jan, dear, you are nothing like Mrs. Robinson. You are sweet and beautiful. You look young enough to pass for someone my age." Slight exaggeration but I would definitely card her if I was a bartender. "You just took me off guard." Softly. "I want to make love. She is missed by My Lord." And you?" And me sir." Page, why did you wish to speak to me?" Sir, I have been given a task by My Lord that I am not sure I can complete. You taught me, taught us, to strive to do our best and to achieve the best. I fear I will not do my best completing this task. I am seeking your wise council so My Lord will be pleased with me." What is the task?" Sir, the task I have been given is to train a new slave. My Lord will be gone for some time. He will expect a trained. " That's great that you feel this way, because things are going to change. I really like having you as my bitch, and I love fucking your ass, and your surrendering your power to me has sparked something deep in me that I'm not going to give up," and as she said these things to me, she tilted her pelvis forward slightly and pushed her cock a little further into my ass. This caused me to moan slightly, eliciting a smile from Monica. "Oh yes, I definitely like these changes, and you'll have to. She would keep her jeans on, apparently. Dai seemed to have better prospects, and I felt I’d wasted some of the time I’d spent impressing the skinny one with pseudo intellectual comments and letraset politics that would have made a grown up blush.That was the deal though, and that was how we ended up. Dai had the spare duvet and some cushions, and the skinny one was true to her word, bunking down in one of my tee-shirts, her jeans and and a sulk. I couldn't figure it out - did she really expect.