I decided to practice an American custom and helped her into her chair and pushed her into place before taking my own seat."Itadakimasu." Dozo," she g...stured, and I began to take the food.The dinner itself was delicious. It was very hard in the modern day to find a woman who could cook. My ex-wife had been a career-oriented woman and the dinners she made for me primarily consisted of microwaveables. Saya's wonderfully home cooked meal was a delight.We chatted happily, but I was starving and. Luckily, I had studied speed reading while a child, so I could absorb the contents of a typical college textbook in about an hour. Having nine major fields of study was a bit out of the norm at Oxford. One old poop at Balliol harumphed a bit when I appeared before the admissions committee, but I batted my eyelashes at him and leaned over to pick up a pencil I 'accidentally' dropped, and he withdrew any objection. Once the dons realized that I could do the work, they stood by and watched me. Shame, unbearable, because every night when you take off your wig you will see your beauty devastated and you will feel that your face burns with shame, with bottomless humiliation. And when you get up at dawn and put it on again, you will see your skull shaved and you will understand that you yourself caused your punishment because you’re capricious, stubborn and rebellious. Twice a day you will accept your fate as a whore, you shit, shit from the ass of the cheapest whore, and your mind will. She tied my wrists tightly to the head of the bed and tied my ankles similarly to how I tied hers the night before. She left my boxers on though, much to my displeasure. She stood above me in her gorgeous new thong and a really sexy strapless bra. I loved when she stood above me, I usually get to feel her strong sexy legs (years of horseback riding will yield some great results) but I was not awarded that luxury this morning. She squatted above my head, her petite body over me, flexing her leg.