Usually she uses that time to start dinner and change her clothes. Today she was wearing her work outfit and there were no pleasant smells wafting fro... the vicinity of the kitchen. When Darla changes her routine, something is wrong."Dick, we have to talk," she began nervously."Sure, Sweetheart," I replied smoothly as I dropped into my recliner, keeping the ball in her court. "What is it?" There's no easy way for me to tell you this, Dick, so I'm just going to blurt it out. I want a separation,. It was just another manic Monday. * By mid afternoon, Lucy’s head was throbbing again and she felt like crying. The day had gone from bad to worse and if it continued in its current vein, she figured a trip down the railway track for a chance meeting with the 17:10 from Kings Cross was looking attractive. Work was piling up on her desk with alarming regularity, yet her brain was refusing to process any of it. Maybe Sara had made a good point earlier. Maybe she had indeed fried her little grey. "Shit, the bitch likes it!" he exclaims and twists again, making memoan.. and again... "You love it don't you slut?" Un... oh.. y.. yes Master..." I groan wanting to pull away, aware mydrinks tray is shaking...I think he's about ready to push it further when the original maidarrives with a dustpan and brush.. and he grins at me again"Oh dear.. I must have been mistaken. Run along maid!" And he twists mynipple one more time for luck...I stumble away struggling to retain posture, and with a deep. He's a nice looking guy. Has he got into Julie? No, I don't think so. She had a sort of guilty look but I've never seen that sleepy-eyed appearance that goes with being fucked. I'll have to keep pressure on her, though, just to make sure she stays a virgin. Somewhere there' going to be a wealthy suitor who will value the purity of a real virgin, especially one with a build like Julie's. And she's obedient enough that I can manage it.Tom wasn't one of her students although he went to the same.