But if they felt I needed a break from my folks, they’d come get me and off I’d go for a stay at their house.“This was almost always in the summ...r when I couldn’t escape my mother by being in school.“It pissed my father off so bad ... not sure how he could have been raised by them. He’d accuse them of meddling in my life, spoiling me, encouraging my defiance, he’d be almost in a rage ... they’d just smile sadly, nod, and do what they were going to do anyway.”“That’s the kind of grandfather I’d. She decided she wanted ten, highpitched exactly worded sincere thank-yous, counted out, and there wouldbe a spank in between each one. For each mistake, the count wouldrestart at one. This went on for awhile, much to mistress's amusement,and to my spanked ass.Finally we finished with this. Mistress came to the front of me, andonce again put her face right in mine. Obviously she understood theerotic effect that had on me. She sweetly asked me again, "And what willSarah do for her mistress?" . He was continuously on call that day trying his best to avoid going there for he knows how much we would be missing the opportunity to spend the time together. Only later that night, he had to inform my mom about his urgency that he had no other choice than leave to Delhi immediately. My mom was sad and argued with him for some time but could not change the eventuality. Next morning, he left in the early hours without waking me up knowing that I would be crushed when he delivers the news to me.. He was a big cummer but I still managed to swallow it all. .Then, when I was in the Navy, I was hitchhiking one day, going back to my ship, the USS Shangri-La after a long weekend. I was about twenty-two or twenty-three and an older gentlemen, probably in his mid-forties picked me up. He told me that he was an assistant principal of a high school in Jacksonville. He looked the part what with his tie, dress shirt, slacks and glasses so he may have been telling me the truth..As we drove along he.