I watched from my kitchen window. The way the boys were picking each other up and tossing dropping them was getting me excited. I rubbed my nipples ...hru my shirt. I called Jack to see how his business trip was going. He told me he misses me and that he has a surprise for me when he got home.Greg knocked on my back door and walked in. I looked at him as he smiled, then asked for me to fuck him again. My nipples sprang to attention and poked thru my shirt. I looked at him and shook my. What the fuck did that mean?I guess you're not one of the hyper-intelligent ones. In simple terms it means you're a little tiny god, so small you don't even get to capitalize your species. I've summoned you into a special binding circle with a few tweaks of my own. You can see what I'm seeing and sense what I'm sensing, and even hear my thoughts. The one thing you can't do is control my body in any way.That sounds like slavery.Got it in one! I'm Kennedy, by the way; you're my godling servitor. I found my keys and clipped them to a Navy lanyard I got from school; it’s amazing how much free stuff employers give away for free. I grabbed a small flashlight and made my move. The way my family’s house was set up, my bedroom was off by itself. My parents had a room upstairs, and my sister was near there. My room was designed to be an office, but my parents turned it into a bedroom instead. I would pass through the living room and be able to walk out the front door without anyone knowing. I. Work gave me little joy. All I had was Bess.Finally hired officially by the King, I found myself in a whirlwind of activity. When we met, I feared my jealousy would make him aware of the love his mistress and I shared. As it turned out I liked the guy. I admired his intelligence and his relentless energy--thus the whirlwind. It distracted me. Not enough for me to ignore Bess's absence from my life--at least being alone with her. The three of us shared business lunches. A late day's work ended.