I think it might shock a whole lot of people." Kelly took a quick glance at me. "Do you really see yourself as my personal slave? I mean full time, fo... real." "Yes, I think I do." My entire body was tingling with excitement. "Timmy, that makes me so hot. My pussy is dripping wet." "And my penis is rock hard. Think about this. If I really am your slave, then I actually don't have the right to judge your behavior. You're my superior. You're free to do anything you want. If you like, you can even. Forget it.Come on, that's prime nooky.Not a fucking chance, no sir.And that was how it started. I did some digging and some honest research for a change and found out that she was Melissa, and indeed the senior partner's one and only child, a nineteen-year-old graduate of a second level British college now working on a law degree.Some more digging and careful questions of well-placed informants convinced me that her Daddy was bonking her regularly; she was his well-educated fuck-toy. She was. He turned around and saw a small, dark-skinned girl standing in the doorway leading into the great room. She was the same complexion as Lucinda, and she shared the older woman’s dark, glossy hair. They could have been sisters. Or more likely, mother/daughter. “Mr. Holton has requested your attendance in the dining hall. Dinner will be served shortly. If you would like access to your rooms before dinner, please follow me. Otherwise, please remain on the deck until Lucinda retrieves you.” . I put some tin foil on two ears of corn and a bake potato. I tossed them on the hot side of the grill.I was sipping my beer, minding my own business. I could see the smoke coming from under the hood of the grill. My apartment building runs up next to some houses. There was a long 8ft fence that ran down the left side of my apartment. It was directly behind me as I kept drinking my beer. I was wearing a black shirt and some tan cargo shorts. I was barefoot in the just cut green.