Did you sleep well?" Mimi's voice was bright, and her smile equally so."Well enough; how did you sleep last night? " I heard the gruffness in my voice...and Mimi stared at me, puzzled by my surly response. "I slept well, Jacques." What about you, Robert Crawshay? Did you sleep well last night, as well as Mam'selle Mimi perhaps?" Yes sir. I enjoyed an uneventful and unbroken sleep." He had a steely edge to his voice, and I glanced from him to Mimi to observe if she blushed, or gave any other hint. I was getting peppered on messenger, everyone asking what was going on and if I’d heard about what Chris did in the locker room.Fear squeezed my guts. I hoped he hadn’t hurt Justin. That jealous asshole better not have hurt my ... My nerdy Master.I froze in the hallway as I thought that word. Master ... Just like the sex-slave sluts in all those BDSM erotica I secretly liked to read called their owners. My pussy grew even hotter. I couldn’t wait to find Justin. I couldn’t wait to be used by my. And Mrs. Flame, I just can’t help myself!”That quieted both parents down.More quietly we got to work on our food, refilling our bottomless drinks and French fries once each, taking leftovers with us.We got home, loaded up what we had left, then gave goodbyes for the evening promising we would be back to help empty the house.All we are leaving behind is the furniture, excluding our breakfast and redwood dining tables. A bit of home to visit, when possible.After hugs that went on forever, we took. ” She looked at it with some disgust, though she still looked beautiful when looking disgusted. She then said conversationally, “Be a darling and clean it for me. Oh, and be thorough. And then I’d like you to answer my question.”It was kind of obvious to me that she didn't mean for me to clean the spoon with a tissue, it was clear she meant with my mouth; but it was not totally clear, not 100%. I had the feeling if I blew the simple task of cleaning the spoon, if I made the wrong choice between.