" Samatha replied."Well bring it and we'll find Miss Thompson," Miss Bryant suggested, "Shall we go?"They made their way through several security door... and down labyrinthine corridors towards Miss Thompson's office.Miss Thompson was a no nonsense woman, fifty maybe, straight backed, small breasted ex Womens Royal Army Corps, her dark hair tied in a severe bun, and she spoke with an upper class military English accent which perfectly matched her pale English complexion."Has she started. They didn’t know Brad was there or they would have phoned the police. Mom was true to her word and the next day takes us both to the doctors to get my eye looked at. Thankfully there is no permanent damage, just bad swelling. The doctor says the swelling will take a few days to go down but the bruising will last a couple of weeks. He is obliged to ask how I got the injury but mom just says “boys will be boys!” Hopefully he bought it.The rest of Saturday I spend lying in bed, regularly keeping. Are you sure it is what you want love?’ I quizzed her.‘Look love, I am in menopause now, so I am safe from pregnancy. Time for me to enjoy,’ she exclaimed.‘OK, but he is not the prettiest creature, love! An ugly, OK yes young Nigga. He is an i*****l immigrant too,’ I warned her.‘With all respect nor is yours Stud and your son is so Negro looking too. Sorry to say that love to you, but I don’t see no white features in him,’ she boldly said to me.I thought about it, not in a hurtful way at all. I. He pulled my sweatpants down, along with my underwear at once. ?You are really behaving? He said playing his body between my legs ?You really do like this don’t you Julie?? He asked I sighed. ?Answer me? He said in a slightly annoyed tone. ?Yes? I replied. ?Yes who?? ?Um, yes sir?? ?Yes master? ?That’s ridi-? ?Do you want me to gag you?? He interrupted ?No master? I replied. I felt his warm hands on my knees. Then he roughly opened my legs wide. He then placed his hands on my.