I finished my test, and stepped up to his desk and handed him the paper. He examined the paper, and immediately held it out to me pointing to the stud...nt name box. I leaned over knowing my blouse would gape open exposing my nipples, and looked at the paper."Oh, I forgot to put my name, how silly of me," I quipped, taking his pen and signed my name making sure I wiggled my breasts as I did. His eyes did not move from my breasts while I penned my signature. Smiling widely at him, I turned and. ’ ‘Oh? Then how did you meet? Was he your advisor?’ ‘Ah…’ Maggie’s cheeks went hot with embarrassment. This flush of color was not lost on David. ‘We dated. Briefly. I was meeting with another anthropology professor. She was late, his office was next door, and he struck up a conversation with me.’ Maggie stopped short and blushed anew. ‘Oh, and it was a long time ago, too. My freshman year. Before Mrs. Abbot. Right before her, actually.’ ‘Mrs. Abbot is my ex-wife,’ David blurted. He felt the. She told, that she did not reveal your secret to anyone and that she will meet all your wishes. You agreed to enslave her, but she had to trick her elder sister as well. So on her 18th birthday it was you who got two gifts. Since then she proved her loyality and wits several times enslaving other women of your tastes, inventing new games to play with them, breaking them and training them. This is what leads to her status under the whores, her privilege to keep her name. Maybe one day you will. She’s getting older. I remember when I was a kid I thought she was so old. Now I’ve lived long enough that it seems funny to me that I ever thought of her that way. Because it’s not important how old she is. It doesn’t really matter. She’s been there for us every day no matter what. The only things that matter to her are how healthy and happy we are and how much she loves us. So I think the only thing that should matter to us is that she know how much we all love her. I know I haven’t told her.