Carley was watching her closely. She looked at me. “What’s she doing?”“Not a damn thing,” I answered.“Lora, you’re supposed to be suckin... him. That’s the game. Imitating a dead carp is against the rules!”Lora spit me out, laughing. She checked the clock and laughed again. “Your turn!”Carley rolled her eyes and bent down. She paid strict attention to the rules. By the time Lora’s turn came again, I was very hard.The girls sucked me enthusiastically for eleven minutes. Toward the end of her last. As she lightly stroked it shevisualized key elements of the contract:* When in the role of domme and sub, she was to be referred to inrespectful terms such as: ma'am, Your Lady or Lady Patricia but never'Mistress';* Lady P could order Larry to change into Linda at any time. He wouldhave two minutes to voice why he couldn't (e.g. he had a doctor'sappointment that day). Once in Linda's role, only Lady P could order areturn to being Larry. It was up to Larry to keep his appointmentscurrent in. She shrugged her shoulders. "I was eight and Laurie was five, I think." I was thirteen, when my mother died, and like your father, my father seemed to just give up on everything else."She looked across at him in surprise, and their eyes locked."What happened?" she whispered.It was his turn to shrug. "It was a hit and run, oh they caught the guy eventually, but not for five years, and for that time, it seemed to just eat my dad up, he could not get past the idea that somewhere out there, was his. "Not really," he said. "I'm not much of a dancer. Anyway, I've got to be up early in the morning. I've got my paper-round, before school."He really was growing up well, Caroline thought — and he's a good-looking boy, if only he knew it. He must be nearly six feet tall, and his open-air work on the farm at the weekend gave him a rugged, healthy appearance. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and Caroline noticed how his chest and biceps stretched the tight cotton.The taxi drew to a halt.