Inside, the house was tastefully huge. Sean led me past the kitchen, at least one salon and a billiard room. He chose a room set up for reading. There...were a number of bookshelves, though not enough to make it a library, Sean cued some mood music, Chopin preludes, and went to a refrigerator for some bottled water. I was interested in his sound system. As I expected, it was wired to the whole house. I switched it on in the master suite.Sean noticed, but said nothing. He led me to a turn in the. It was his job and he knew it.“Your lunch is in the bottom of the fridge,” he said referring to the cooler he packed for me daily. “Have a good day, sir.”“You too, boi,” I replied without looking at him.Heading off to work, I thought about him farting my cum out of his ass before he showered to go to work as a systems analyst at the data processing center where he was employed. Later that day, I sent him a text saying, ‘I love you slut. I want cubed steak for dinner.’ He replied a few minutes. "Cut the formalities Mr. Johnson. Where are may parents?I want to see them. Now!" Clara replied vehemently."Please Mrs. Grant. I assure you they are fine. I mustinsist however that I brief you on the error that occurredhere yesterday. After I have answered any questions you haveI will take you to see them. I believe they are havingbreakfast as we speak."+++It was shortly after 5:00 AM when John and Martha wereslowly brought to consciousness. Will had asked Terri to make sure that the staff. M. I think Master." He shakes his head angrily and puts his hand around my throat. He doesn't choke me though, just rests his hand on my throat.I whimper softly, since I know what is about to come next."Where have you been then, slut?" "I was at the library studying Master. You know college finals are this week." I whisper gently. I look up into his eyes just in time to see them flash with anger. I notice him drawing his hand back. "No you weren't. DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!" He raises his voice.