" In my defense, I'd been up about sixty hours straight, and I was looking for one last citation for my dissertation." Your dissertation? You're going... for your doctorate?" What, I don't look smart enough?" No, it's not that. I just figured that you were an undergrad. You don't look old enough." I'll have you know I'm an old maid. I'll be twenty-three in July." Twenty-two and working for your doctorate?" I was amazed. I'd gotten my doctorate at twenty three and thought I was doing great. Average. Kneeling behind you I open your ass cheeks, gently rubbing a finger across your puckered hole, gently teasing it. You let out a sigh which enrages me. ENOUGH SLUT ! I slap your ass cheek hard with the flat of my hand, leaving an imprint. Again I concentrate on your hole, slowly rubbing it with my finger. My head moves in closer, andmy tongue snakes out, my first taste of you is your asshole, and it is making my head spin with lust and emotion, I must block these feelings. My tongue works. She couldn’t understand how Daddy could forsake his wife for the cook and for Mummy to have a relationship with the maid.?Shortly after lunch, I asked permission to talk with Daddy and Betty alone. ?If you are going to ask him to take you back with him, the answer’s no,? David answered.??David,? Daddy replied, ?What good would that do? I’ve thought about it, but decided that unless anything else serious happens, she’s better off with you at St. Cath’s. I would like to know a little more about. ..sick of my entirefucking life...I staggered back to the bathroom and was violently sick.I kneeled, naked, on the cold marble floor, retching my guts out. WhenI was finally done, I walked forlornly back to the bedroom. Ron wasnowhere to be seen. In despair, I hurled my wig across the room, threwmyself into bed, and collapsed into a restive sleep. * * *The next morning, I was up early. I'd slept in my makeup, so my firstproject was to scrub my face clean, get the polish off my nails,.