She tried to control it, but the more she tried, the harder she laughed. She’d look over at him again, and laugh even harder. Tears were flowing fro... her eyes.“What’s so funny?” Ben asked.Betsy wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, looked at him, and doubled over in laughter.Curious, Sam came over and asked, “What’s so funny?” Helpless to answer, Betsy waved a hand at Ben.Ben said, “All I said was that I didn’t see any harm in going for a ride with Wheels in her Mercedes Benz.”Sam started. “Yes, Sir.” Master had just given me one of the hardest spankings of my life. I thought, “The rest of my punishment?” The first few days without Master were hard, but he had left me a set of instructions to carry out so I would stay busy. On Monday, I shaved the pussy he owns, had my nails done, cleaned the apartment and the car, did the laundry and wrote my daily report to him. On Tuesday I worked out, did the grocery shopping, wrote my report and changed the bed sheets. I missed him terribly. I gently squeezed her melons as she was not wearing a bra. She got scared of the squeeze and pushed me back. She said, “Arjun, what are you doing?” I said, “Aunty, I thought you needed it.” She said, “Arjun, let’s leave for dinner.” I felt she did not like that I touched her breasts.I took courage and got up, and held her hand. I said, “Aunty, you are looking beautiful.” She smiled and said, thanks. I said, “Can I touch your boobs?” She was shocked to hear that and slapped me hard on my. It wouldn’t be until the following semester that their paths would cross again. She was taking a required math class and failing miserably. If there is any truth to the theory that artists are right brained people who don’t do well with numbers and math, Nailah was X, searching in vain for Y, why, why in the world did she have to learn this crap anyway? Anything beyond basic addition and subtraction went over her head. She needed a tutor just to fail the class with dignity. She was hoping.