"You look a bit wound up, is everything ok?" I felt Max's hand on myshoulder when he finally found me sitting in the student union cafe. I'djust been ...taring out the window, waiting for him and debating all thefiner points of life."It's looking better, now." I smiled over at him. "Come, sit down I needto talk to you about something." Oh." Max seemed to flinch a bit. "You need to talk, to me, in a nicepublic space..."I laughed, the raw absurdity of his assumption. It was perfect, I wishI'd have. But then it hit me,what if she tells this to my dad? If dad comes to know about this my life is gone,he is gonna throw me out of the house and my life will be ruined. I had to talk to my mom about this and somehow convince her not to say this to dad. As I reached the drawing room I saw mom calling someone and I was just in time to see that she was dialing dad’s number. I took the mobile from her hand,and begged her not to tell this to dad. She was in no mood to listen and told she will tell dad. "Oh god, Master," Chelsea groaned and tossed her head back. Her thighs trembled as he worked her, strumming her and playing her like a fine Stradivarius. She wriggled and panted at his fingering and his chewing, the combination sending her higher and higher. He knew just what to do to drive her crazy, and he was hitting all her buttons now. Chelsea moaned and writhed and humped back as he turned her to butter."Oh Master, please," she whined "please fuck me. I need you inside me." I have a. " I wish to God I was, my balls are aching now.That was summer, 1950. Back in 1939, the year before my birth, my folks built the house in which we lived for the next umpteen dozen years. I had two younger sisters but no brothers. Jane's family moved into the house next door three years later. I'd been baby sitter for Jane and her two younger sisters since my eighth birthday.Jane and I grew up close and became "bosom buddies" ever since her tenth birthday party when the two year difference in.