"What is it, Jenny?"She shook her head. "Nevermind. Something stupid," she said. "Let's get to it, huh?" she said smiling. Her nervousness and relucta...nce had somehow vanished. She seemed almost eager and happy to get started on her weekly "chore".Jenny knelt before me. I'll never get tired of seeing that. She unzipped my pants. My cock was already hard. It practically jumped out, almost hitting her in the face."Mmmm," she said. "You're ready for me tonight."She began sucking my cock. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite."You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run out in five minutes... Hey, would you like to come over for some drinks? I'd love to hear more about what you've been up to at university.". A realtor's signpierced the front yard, a large red SOLD placard mounted above it."Sold?" Tim asked quizzically. Any remaining strength his legs heldebbed out of them like syrup from a bottle on a cold day. I must havebeen found; they wouldn't have sold the house and moved without knowingwhere I was... A flash of circumspect reality wedged its way into the center of Tim'slogic. Yeah, but what condition were you in when they found you? Timgrowled at the renegade thought, shoving it as far. He always takes good care of me even when it meant I was at the other end of the belt being disciplined. He is always good with aftercare, but he took no nonsense approach and did not like it when I was being rude. I could be very domineering sometimes and that does not go well if you are a submissive. But he still continued to train me even when I really kept messing my day up by not using proper honorifics, I sometimes forgot to say thank you when he gave me special pleasure gifts to enjoy..