”“Your grace, it is irregular.”“I know, ma’am. It will be okay. Tell anyone who questions you that I bullied you.” I gave her a grin.“Ye..., Your Grace. What are you making?”“A country omelet with ham and vegetables. I would like to cook hash brown potatoes if there are any ready.”“What are hash brown potatoes, Your Grace?”Ange was pouring the diced ham into my egg mixture and Jam was doing the same for the veggies. I slowed my mixing now that everything was thoroughly mixed and coated. I turned. "That's my gorgeous sub. Now you might want to go and sort out your hair, it's a little on the messy side." I took a look in the mirror that hung on his office wall, and he was right. My hair was a bit tousled, eyeliner lightly smudged under my eyes. Nothing too major, thankfully. We both looked at each other and let out a laugh. I smoothed my hair down, fixing it, and wiped away the slight black smudges under my eyes, before going back out to the other employees. We had only just been a little. By the expression on my face...He could tell that I somehow had the time of my life...that I somehow had experienced something powerful...he could tell that my body had "released"...but he didn't exactly know how I was able to accomplish this without him...He wondered if I had another lover who escaped through the back door when we heard him entering the front door...He wondered if I had purchased another "sex toy" that pleasured me so much that I couldn't wait until he arrived to try it out.. He later hooked up with a flute girl. She blew him once. It was nothing compared to what Kristy could do. A trumpet player blows much stronger than a flutist. Early last year, Matt had sex with a flag girl a few times. Toward the end of last school year, he started to go out with Kristy.Two summers ago, Kristy's first sexual experience was when she banged one of the drummers. She groped with other guys but the drummer was her only full intercourse. She then started to go out with Matt.They were.