I stood up and said it had been a pleasure to meet him.But Jarrod insisted and he offered to walk me home.As we walked together he said that he would ...ove to have my number and invite me for a drink anytime. I laughed again, but I gave him my number instead.Before arriving home, my loving husband called me, to tell that he was still busy at his office and he would get home by midnight.Then I offered Jarrod to enter the house and share a warm coffee.I opened the door and as I turned to him, he. Dude about 45-50, in shape sort of. We worked well together, got a rhythm going to where we had a lot of fuck off time. The place had been an old Vaudeville place, so there were a bunch of small rooms behind the stage, up4 flights and the basement. We were exploring one of these rooms when we came upon a bunch of old black and white nudie magazines and pictures. Naked men and women boning each other. Then a bunch of women doing each other. Then one just showing cocks going into mouths, as they. I quick little slap to her cute little bottom reprimanded her attitude andshe stepped into the cold shower and whimpered as the cold waterintroduced her to a new way of suffering."Sissies do not deserve even the small curtesy of a warm shower," I said,pushing her forward to insure she was fully under the shower of cold."You must be broken of any belief you deserve any better, Daisy. You mustembrace your subservient status if you ever wish to be happy." Y-y-yes Ma'am," she answered as the cold. The more she considered it, it was more likely to be one of them.'Ayesha, your mother is here,' the man spoke loudly, making the girl flinch. She stood up with bowed head, looking very sorry for herself. Ayesha recognised the girl from somewhere, even though she didn't get a clear look at her face. Why she was dressed in a school uniform was a bit of a mystery, as it was Saturday. Who did she know in the new school? Another mystery.'Look at me when I'm talking to you, girl,' the man heavily.