Matt, mid 40's, solid build and nicely tanned. Has a daughter in some of my classes, real snobby bitch called Tanya. Jeff is 18 or 19 and just learnin... the business so does all the grunt work.Day 4 of the job and the guys were getting organised while I was upstairs getting dressed for school. I could hear Matt telling Jeff how he was being screwed on this job by my father being so picky about the finish.I made plenty of noise as I headed for the stairs and went down in a series of bunny hops. Sometimes it's a dinner and dancing, sometimes it's coffee mid morning, and sometimes it's something else.People! Right away "I'm not a whore" wanted to know what kind of money Connie was making. She was impressed when I told her that Connie would clear over 50K this year."Now, let me ask you, I can live with out Karl, but he's your son, what's going to happen here if he finds out you and I are a thing? I would prefer that we're all out in the open; we all know that sneaking shit only blows up. Sheila waited for Fat Bruce to bring over some paper towels and mop the slops and as he did so she smelt his raw rancid body and noticed the gravy stains on his vest and the less distinguishable marks down the front of his trousers.He smiled pleasantly, second nature to this antipodean nation, during his chore - smelling the exotic, cheap, sticky aroma of Sheila’s perfume, so alien in this dusty outback location. He took a peek down the front gape of her sharply pressed khaki shirt, inwardly. “While alone with myself or my slaves, refer to yourself as Tsu-slave. Always speak in the third person.”“Yes Yumesairu-sama, Tsu-slave obeys.”“Good. While fucking me, demean yourself and everything you used to love prior to being my slave. Use as vulgar as language as possible.”“Oh Kami master, thank you for making Tsu-slave your slave. This bitch deserved it for being a bitch and teasing men with her giant honkers.”“Good. Continue.”“Old Tsu-slave thought she was a strong woman. She thought.