He didn’t know what to say, so I said, “You keep calling me ‘Mam’.”“Well, errr, Mam, my Daddy raised me to be polite to the ladies. It’s...polite to call a lady ‘mam’. At least it is in Texas, where I come from. What should I call you?” Really, he was saying "ma'am", but I hadn't heard that.“Well, ‘Gwynn’, is me name, why don’t you call me that? 'Gwynn Llewellyn'”“I will do just that, ma… Gwynn” He'd started to say, “Mam” again, but changed to, “Gwynn.” Then, he introduced himself. “Lieutenant. ”“Shh ... Do you remember the story of Gawain and the Green Knight?”“Isn’t that the one where he cuts off the Green Knight’s head and then has to go let the Green Knight cut off his?”“Yes. It’s a story that illustrates fairness in the face of impossible situations. But it isn’t just about the head chopping. When Gawain goes out on his quest at Christmas to yield to the Green Knight, he comes upon a castle where he is welcomed and given hospitality. Bertilak, the owner of the castle leaves. She led me to the four post bed, where she released her hold on me and pushed me down into a seated position when the mattress hit the back of my knees. She smiled as she gave me light kisses about my face and neck. She was in total control and we both knew it.As she unbuttoned my shirt, she kissed her way down to the buttons of my pants, eliciting some quiet grunts from me along the way. She laughed as she had a small amount of trouble unbuttoning my pants due to my straining cock. When she. She had also been learning how to play golf. She actually enjoyed the game and looked forward to Sunday mornings at the golf club.Dale looked down at the floor and then said, "You are right to a degree. You aren't learning nearly as much as I expected from you." What did you expect me to learn?" Denise asked."A little discipline of your own," Dale answered, "Perhaps a little fortitude would have been nice, but you haven't tried to learn anything. You haven't engaged in the program, just done.