I'd love to do that." OK! Good! Next question! Are you going to stay tonight? I don't know what time you have to be in for work tomorrow but the train...takes an hour and forty minutes to Waterloo. You may want to go home first so it looks like being an early start either way. Don't worry about me. I don't have to leave till nine." I know what I'd like to do and that's to ring in sick tomorrow but too many people do that on a Monday and I've always thought that they were behaving selfishly. So. .." I lowered my eyes as he said this. My Name. Melody. "Let the games begin," I thought with a small smile. "Mel look at me". His eyes were kind, and shone of love. "I want you to look me in the eye all day--- do you understand?" "Yes, Master," I said, slightly confused. Our first lesson together popped in my head. It had been pitch dark, close to midnight at the docks. "Do you know what a trigger word is?" "Yes" "Yours will be "Melody". Once I have said. It was a Sunday afternoon in the late 1980s and I was a fifteen-year-oldboy, single-handedly operating the small motorboat that was the passengerferry between Woodbridge Mill and the north bank of the River Deben wherea pathway went up towards Sutton Hoo and the old excavations. The firsthalf of the afternoon was always spent generally ferrying people north tothe Hoo and then later returning them all to the Woodbridge side.It was a bright sunny Sunday afternoon and I had been quite busy. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. He opened the door and ordered me in quickly, feeling my arse when I walked past him into the bedroom. He told me to get on my knees straight away and sniff his crotch, forcing my face into his hardening cock. The masculine Snell of his cock and balls already getting me horny. He then ordered me to strip whilst still smelling his crotch. Then he told me to get on the bed on my stomach in just my underwear. He pulled them down and spanked my.