That was when I thought about going into his room. Heck, if he was sleeping sound enough, I might even be able to lift his boxers up some to see 'it' ...inside. I was hoping that he didn't have a blanket or sheet covering him; hoping that being that he'd only gone in to take a nap, and seeing how hot it was, there was a good chance that I'd find him atop the bed.I knew that I had what my mom called an obsessive personality, but until that day, I didn't understand what that meant. Now I knew. I. ‘That is not why they’re coming back. You said it yourself – my dad was worried about you even as a kid. Now that you need a place to stay and you’re older…my guess is that they want to make sure you’re still all in one piece,’ Peyton said honestly, relaxing her grip on him a little. ‘Caleb, I can call them back and tell them to stay. If you want me to, say it.’ Caleb smiled then, his expression whimsical. ‘Your mother doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman you say ‘no’ to often.’ Peyton came. I looked around the ball room frantically trying to spot her, as somehow I just knew that our two lives were to be entwined, and I must admit that I wished our bodies to be similarly occupied. I could not see her anywhere in the room, and the feeling of disappointment was like a blow to my breadbasket. I think she must have hidden herself behind some drapery, because suddenly she appeared at my side."Did you think I had left you, Jack?" She fluttered her lashes, and sent a heart clutching smile. As he had the chances to move away but he decided to stay and endure all this and some part of him was very glad that he chose to stay. As he was still busy licking the cum and Mistress was fucking his ass with her hand, he was thinking of what could be next as this was still the first day of his slavery. He felt Mistress withdrawing her hand from his ass. She came in front of him and signaled towards her gloves covered hand which she had just withdrawn from his ass. Instinctively he started.