He shook both their hands and they were smiling at each other. Yumiko got into the car. I saw my father lead Peter a few steps away and he was speaki...g to him. I could not hear what they were saying, but I saw my father give him a card and whatever my father was saying it was serious as Peter seemed very intent on it. When Peter got into the car I waved as we were backing out. Peter started driving and said Before you ask, its his business card. He wants to make sure I know how to reach them. A sissy cunt in riding boots to train and utilize in every possible perverted context in the way that suited him.One day a profile appeared on the contact page. Created by a young man who presented himself as submissive and who was looking for an older dominant man for primarily chatting and exchanging fantasies. The young man had put up some pictures of himself where he was naked with a fully erected cock only wearing a pair of black rubber riding boots. The young man was me. It turned out. Some of our neighbors tore out the back fences, so as kids we all played back there. It was safer, like a little private park. Mom worked at Denny’s in the day, and at a bar at night. Daddy, he died when I was 6. Funny thing is, mom kept trying to raise me as a ‘good girl’, yet many nights she would bring a guy home from the bar and I would hear them going at it until early in the morning.”I held her tight, and kissed her forehead softly. “You don’t need to tell me this if you do not want to. The girls and guys were sitting at the other 3 picnic tables, but in smaller boy/girl groups. They conversed in hushed whispered tones, and often passed something from table to table, and it was quickly spread to the others. The girl's plan for Sally and me was unfolding.We learned that Fred was single, 24, and taught math at Avoca Jr. High in Wilmette, Illinois. Stan was single, 25, and taught science at Skokie Jr. High in Winnetka, Illinois. He was dating a fellow staff member, but she was in.