His hat was on backwards and with a do-rag under it. His glistening with sweat from the heat generating in this place. Anytime I would of fell weak in... the knees for a guy looking like him, but he was just too ugly to deal with. I walked past him not saying a word to him and he kept staring as I walked past. My smile came back when I saw Jamal. He was talking to our math teacher, Mr. Morris. I walked up to them. ‘Hi Mr. Morris, I didn’t know teachers could come to this.’ I say. ‘Anyone is. I have faced my worst fear and survived. A warm glow begins to envelope me. Far from resenting my masters invasion I feel a closeness to him, a need to please him. I kneel down in front of him, kissing his foot. He takes up my dangling neck chain and pulls my head up higher towards his visibly reviving cock. The light flick of his whip on my buttock only serves to quicken the desire burgeoning within me, but like a good little slave I wait agonisingly on his pleasure. That evening seems to go. My mother is a bartender. She’s a huge flirt and I guess Gerry didn’t trust her at work. He said either they get married or he wouldn’t date her anymore. My mother finally agreed, but I often wonder if she has little flings. My mother is very attractive and has always been a flirt. That’s the reason my father divorced her. My mother was always cheating with one of her customers from the bar. My father put up with it for about twenty years, but finally divorced her. Gerry is the hottest guy.. ..I looked at still and moving pictures, birth certificates, school reports.....It was the entire story of John Cardle (1947-2012) and his wife, Lois McKenzie (1951-2015). John was the spitting image of Dan, and Lois was a twin of Brenda. I have to admit that I was amazed.Turning off the viewer, I looked over to them and said, "A very interesting coincidence, and an impressive body of research." I paused. "But where's the payoff?"Dan said, "We've given you all the hard evidence...you just.