Oh, hey. Since you're here, would you mind helping me with this calculus homework. It's not making any sense to me."Tracey gulped. She hated when Apri... asked for help with homework. Tracey had done it before, but that was long ago and she always had some help along the way. She sat down next to her daughter and looked at the biology test sitting on the table. 93. April was already past Tracey's ability."What seems to be the trouble?"April pointed at the textbook. "It's this limit. " "Did you serve with him?" she asked. "You were obviously a Marine. I can tell." "Yes ma'am. He was the commanding officer of my unit." he said. "You knew Jason?" she repeated, incredulous. "I've never met anyone who knew him from the service." "You haven't?" he said. "Then you don't know how he died." She shook her head. "In the service of his country." she said. "That's pretty much all the letter said. It wasn't even handwritten." "Oh, man.' he said. Usually the Marines treated. You too Stacy.”Cindy grinned and picked up Mr. Wilson’s cock by the head. She then held it gently while she washed underneath it. She changed her grip to grasp his shaft, amazed at the softness of it, when it was so hard just minutes ago.“Here, I’ll hold it for you while you clean him, Cindy,” Stacy said, reaching her hand to grip Mr. Wilson’s cock.“That’s OK, I got it,” Cindy replied, not letting Stacy get her hands on her cock. Since she took the initiative, she felt like it belonged to her,. I made a short speech promising to obey my Mistress totally. Mistress then presented me with my new slave collar, solid stainless steel with a lockable clasp. She secured it around my neck and snapped the padlock shut. I was now Anna Dominatrix’s property and so happy. As I suspected Mistress had some entertainment planned for our guests. She attached the leash to my new collar and led her slave up to the bedroom upstairs, our guests followed. In the bedroom Mistress fitted cuffs to my wrists.