You're my bitch, and you're going to do everything I want." I'm a teacher! Why are you doing this?", I said it, apparently. I hadn't thought to, but I...did anyhow. I was too curious and humiliated, perhaps I wanted to assert my authority. It was out of my mouth, either way."You,r long blond hair, your pouty lips. Your huge tits, slim waist, and perfect ass. Your calves, your cheekbones, your eyes... you're beautiful. And this way you're all mine. My little slut.", she said it so calmly, so. You have a big pair of breasts, a slender and curvy body, a thick firm booty and long legs, you are quite down to earth considering you come from a high-class background and your very clever considering your private schooling. You never really questioned your parents disappearance, but you have always pondered whether your grandfather was somehow involved or even responsible for it. You don't have any proof of this, because your grandfather is rather intelligent and as such you have chosen to. Paul grinned at me, "Your Mom is so hot. She's always been hot. She's such a MILF."I hated this. Every time Paul came over he would drool over my Mom."Your a sicko Paul." Nonsense. If you saw her in a club you'd look twice. She's smokin' hot." I'm trying to eat you walking hardon!"Paul laughed.It wasn't as jokey as it sounded. A year ago when Paul was staying I walked in on him wanking while staring out at my Mom as she was sunbathing by the pool.He made me promise that I didn't say anything to. "She was dressed for the White House. Female staff always strove to dress over the top, and Candace would be fitting in perfectly dressed like she was, in another stunning dress and high heels. Her hair was different too. I noticed she was calmer, and if anything, better at keeping her emotions to herself."First off, because you are a Congressional Page, injured in the workplace, everything is paid for. Your hospital bill, the helicopter flight in here, the ongoing therapy, any retrofit of your.