And how much he enjoyed it – I see he got dressed up for our second one.”I was too intimidated to say anything.Then ‘Master’ spoke to me, “W...ll, bitch, what do you have to say for yourself? Did you miss me? Do you have a taste for some more black cock?”“Master…”“You don’t have to call him Master, kid.”“Sir,” I said changing my attention to the man who had treated me better, “ he ordered me to call him ‘Master’ and slapped me around before.”“Don’t worry about that, I am not going to let. With little or no sporting activities to now 'distract' us, we had to concentrate upon the academic side of life. The only ?exercise? we could do was simple bed aerobics and our usual 'night time' sport. Thus we spent our final years at Miss Lanes?. It was constant study and intellectual stimulation in the elevated ivory tower that had become our dormitory. We all sat and passed our examinations a year early thus we were bound for university under-aged. I was readily accepted for Medical. My mom can get veryemotional, and I could see fire in her eyes. Sobbing,I told her the whole story, and she said she wasmarching me right over to Mr. Carlson's house to showhim what those brutes did to me and to give him apiece of her mind. I begged her not to, but sheinsisted. She said she wanted him to see for himselfwhat they did to me. If she drove me there, the magicmarker on my fanny might smear, so we would have towalk. She didn't even call him first to make sure hewas home; she just. His shirt was a crisp white with sharp creases and a button down collar. His perfectly knotted tie was a shade of blue that seemed to match the color of his eyes. The gentle touch of gray hair around his ears gave him a look of mature handsomeness that always aroused her.She reached the opposite side of his desk and held out her hand to him, palm down.Not being certain what she was doing, Noah held his hand palm up in case she was handing him something.Nancy gave him a smile that he didn’t.