Cathy appeared to be a little awkward meeting us all, but the music had started in the ballroom and couples began filing out, eager to hit the dance f...oor. “Have you met many people here tonight?” Cathy asked me, trying to start a conversation of some kind.“A few,” I admitted. “I had a nice chat with Tara and a few odd talks with most of the rest of the office. A fair number of people have been a little uncertain how to relate to me.” Arthur and Janice quietly excused themselves and went to. His own asshole was what wrecked meant.But now, looking at Sir's enormous, studded dildo, he knew he would take it if it pleased her. Not because he was a piggy who thrived on a punishment; nor because he was Bradley and wanted to escape. He would take it because he was hers. Wholly. Even if he were to escape, even if he were to sprout wings and fly 1000 miles away, he would be nothing but a lost piece of Zeta property. He would never be free again; never whole without his mistress.So he would. They precook it all and you just have to warm it up. Will you have dinner with me?" Why don't we just go out and have dinner?" I asked Harry."There's no leftovers when you eat out. You go out and get stuffed and then when you get home, there's no leftovers to munch on. Please have dinner with me. I'll pay for everything, you just have to warm it up."I agreed and went over to Harry's on Thanksgiving day afternoon. I saw the turkey and all the other food and told him there is no way the two of us. The first one I sent right back to her class with the same toilet order as before. Her mom was at least 55 and looked like it. She must have been hot once but that was long past. All in all, I declined three moms, sending their daughters back to class, which left me with a final of four girls. Next deciding point was their cooking and so I asked each of them what their moms usually cooked at home. This brought me down to two finalists since one mom was a strict vegetarian and only cooked.