Ryan was doing linesand talking about my tits and the sex we've had and then slurs "It's OKlove, he knows you're a tgirl."What? Like where the fuck d...d that come from - and where the fuck was Iwhen this little piece of information was being discussed? I didn'tknow what to say, so I just brushed it off the best I could. I waspretty fucked up at the time, so it's not like I was mortified - I wasjust trying to go with the flow - but I remember that comment bugged me.Then Tom started talking. You promised." Just do as I say." Oh yes, Joyce, I want you to prepare the papers to allow my son toofficially be named by my last name, not his father's." Holy Fuck, Jackelyn, what has happened?" Just making lemonade out of lemons, my old friend."The silence confirms her lawyer will perform as Mrs. Brekenridge intends.She could just as quickly have called her broker, but her broker didn'thave three congresswomen as clients. Of course, the women outside heroffice are using their eavesdropping. She was just about dressed so I rushed off to my room. My mom stopped by my door to let me know she was leaving and she be back in about an hour. I told her to be carful and once I heard the front door shut I went to make sure she had left. Sure enough she was gone and now I could stroke off thinking about her. I was headed back to my room and I thought why not go find her panties so I could sniff them and use them to stroke off with. I went into the bathroom and there they laid on the vanity.. I answered even though I was already in bed. He asked me if I had remembered saying those words. I told him I meant what I said. I was addicted to our sexual escapades and he was my master. I’d do whatever he asked of me. I was not sure if I really knew what I had said, but it’s out there now. He told me, “Call me Daddy.” “Yes Daddy.” He responded, “Good boy.” I was told to get up and get dressed and meet him at his place. He had already gotten from me that I had no plans for the weekend..