Climbing out of the car, my heels clicked on the concrete floor as weheaded from the garage into my kitchen."Nice house Bob, principals must make more...money than I thought!" hewhistled appreciatively.Taking my hand and leading me into the living room, Randal unfastenedthe belt of my overcoat and pulled it off of my small shoulders,tossing it over onto the couch. Randal then walked over and sat in myrecliner, leaving me standing there, waiting for his next whims."Bob, be a dear and come over. "So where are we meeting this guy?" He booked lunch, Italian okay with you? Good. It's just you and him though. I can't make it." She exhaled, a long cool puff of smoke I could almost taste. "Won't it... Suzanne?" I waited for confirmation of life. "Suz? Won't it look weird just me and him without my publisher? Or agent, or whatever it is you are to me now?" Agent, publicist and publisher, honey. Three in one." She was talking to someone else now, I heard. Thankfully a different conversation.. "My bitch," Jade was saying. "Surrender to me bitch."She rolled her over. Lila looked up, and Jade was putting on a strap-onpanty. Her dildo looked ominous. She dragged it across her vagina fromthe rear, then seemed to change her mind. She thrust the first two inchesinto Lila's ass."Who is the Mistress now, little Lila?" She growled. "Say my name. Say myname. Tell me you will serve me. Tell me you are mine."They lay together afterward, Mistress Jade stroking her hair. MistressDelilah was. Dillon glanced in his rear view mirror and was surprised to see the two cyclists turn onto the steep driveway that led to the Schoolmaster's house.Dillon laughed, "They will get what they deserve !" Dillon enjoyed his visits to the Schoolmaster.The Schoolmaster had just taken off his gown and cap hanging them on the coat stand in his study when he heard something come to a sk** on his gravel pathway outside his study window. He walked to the window and was more than surprised to see two.