“Wait for it, wait for it!” I quietened them, trying to hide my smile. “And I want it on my desk,” another pause to build up tension, “next ...riday morning in class.” Stunned silence all round. Next Friday was the last day of school for the Year 12s; also known as Muck-Up Day. They would party all night Thursday, drinking alcohol and setting up practical jokes for the rest of the school to see when they came in; and even though the teachers would still turn up to class, tradition dictated that. I was quite excited about this meeting and felt like going 4 massage now itself. Then I realized she must be alone in parlour till 11, have enough time for a massage. If she is alone may get some more extra services. In five minutes I made the plan, went and got a packet condom from the nearby med shop and kept in my purse. I have madam’s number and called up her by asking for a massage now. She recognized me and said it will be open only after 11, so come at that time. I said no mam, I have to. After divorce what's your chance for your own kids? What's your plan for the future?"I was very brave, but I did not surprise Simon because he saw my direct questions as the consequence of our calm discussion."My chance isn't too good. I'm not a wealthy businessman or other well off people. I'll pay children support, the housing cost and a little alimony from my salary. To find a younger woman who would raise common kids with me from my low income would be a smaller miracle. My future is to. "I can see how some of these things might be used on an insubordinate little slut. Since you are a slut and since you are here, take off your clothes!"My hands were trembling as I did what he told me, but eventually I managed to undress and I was standing before him naked. I think he could see the fear in my eyes." You are trembling and afraid, yet you do as I ask. Why is that?" He wanted to know."Because if you will have me, I am, as you said, your slut master." I told him." Well I have worked.