I wasn’t used to being part of the conversation, after all.“Tell me, then,” she said, taking pity on me.Eyes closed, I prayed for courage while ...he waited patiently, petting me reassuringly the entire time, until…“Everything? I like… when you pee on me, Mistress. Especially in my… mouth.”I stopped there. It was enough. Too much, really, so I found a fiber on the carpet that was slightly discolored and examined it for an eternity.“Some of my clients would ask for it. They were into being. Sometimes I would suck it depending on my mood. Reading erotica helped rejuvenate him, and we would make love again.Tonight’s story was about a governess that took charge of the sex education of the very young son of a Duke and Duchess. Ed’s cock was hard, and he was aroused and ready for sex. He set the book aside and asked me, “Would you do a boy that young if you had a chance?”I laughed, “I do it every time I read that book, but only in my fantasies, Ed.”“Seriously, Pat, did you ever think. Using Bobby's new class schedule, his mom had arranged for the office at the school to collect the books from all his teachers. Then Sammy had brought them home to him, almost staggering under the weight of the huge backpack strapped to her slender frame.Bobby had managed, to Sammy's delight, to join Sammy in most of the classes on her schedule — Advanced Algebra, English, and Spanish before a shared lunch period. In the afternoon he was also joining her Home Economics class. Bobby had really. I had to give her a piece of my mind, I decided.Me: Why don’t you go talk to Priyanka? As it is you guys are meeting without me.Ashwini: Omg! I was about to invite you when Priyanka told me you might be busy. I am so sorry. We are meeting at Priyanka’s house on Friday. Can you make it?She seemed sincere. I said that I would and it was fixed. It was girls night out on Friday.At 6:30 PM on Friday, Ashwini picked me up and we drove to Priyanka’s house. It was a small apartment a few kilometres.