"Real bad Mistress Leah," I explained meekly, unable to really think at this point."And what would you do for your Mistress?" she asked in a whisper."...nything Mistress wants." I sighed."Good," she started, "There is hope for you yet, slave boy."I wasn't sure what to make of that last response. This whole thing was such a surprise, such an unexpected event, it all seemed so surreal.I just sat back as Mistress Leah held me tight by the cock, occasionally stroking it a bit before grabbing it tight. He keeps going harder and harder faster and faster until you have made his dick so wet he picks you up off of your knees and asks where the bed is. You gladly tell him and he carries you all the while he is kissing you so passionately you might cum from his kisses. He throws you onto the bed and doesn’t hesitate, he puts his mouth on your pussy and begins to suck on your clit pulling it away from your pussy and flicking it with his tongue. You scream out and he goes even faster your legs start. Jason sighed when Walter was out of sight. "That was just stupid," he observed."What was?" Millicent asked as she walked up to the table. "And what had Walter all upset." Walter received a text message claiming that if you have the score to volunteer for the Defense Forces, you want to be at a certain Scottish restaurant at four after school today," Kathy chirped."How would that get him upset?" Millie asked. "I mean I could understand Kelsey being upset if Mark said he'd be going." I might. She was definitely louder with this mystery guy than she was with her husband, Al. I let this go on for a couple of months until Al asked if there was something going on when he was working the graveyard shift. I knew he was scared to hear the truth but I had an idea. I suggested on the next graveyard Saturday night shift, that Al use a vacation day, not telling Teresa about it, and hiding at my place. Then he could witness this for himself. After a few weeks, the plan took shape and I was.