” She felt hopeful that she’d answered well.He shook his head, “Not my real name, child. I mean the name you first knew me by. The Nerterologist....”“Oh,” she looked down. She hadn’t. That’d been dumb. She should have googled it back when she was Piper. Did Master think her dumb now? “No, Master, I’m sorry.”“Hmm.” He stood. He towered over her. “I’m going to tell you now, and you are going to remain kneeling. Eyes down. Now.”She cast her gaze to the floor and gave an involuntary shiver as she felt. “But I’m very happy I did it!”I watched her smile as we entered the service elevator. It was one of those industrial sized lifts, you could drive a bobcat or a forklift into the cage.“No hanky panky in the elevator,” I informed Mel. “We shouldn’t touch anything in here!”I held both her hands and just admired her. I couldn’t stop grinning, or staring.“Do you like my new shoes? They’re Prada, I bought them to wear with this dress... you know... for you.”I looked down at her three inch high. While I was jacking off while you were...”“Fucking myself,” she said. “You can just say it, Bobby. I think we’re past being shy about this.”“When you were fucking yourself with the dildo and I was jacking off, and I came, some of it got on the dildo.”She rolled her head and looked at me.“I know. I saw it.”“But you pushed it back into you,” I said.“I know. I wanted to.”“You wanted to get my sperm inside you?!”She closed her eyes and for a few seconds I thought she wasn’t going to say. Grandma was only about 5' tall and couldn't weigh 100 pounds soaking wet, so there was very little meat on her bones. The waist was a little fleshy but other than that she was as shapely as a woman her age could be. I was surprised at Grandma's breasts, which looked nothing like I had pictured her dressed. Grandma's tits weren't large; the pale breasts were slender tubes that hung down to her waist, with large auroelas and plump nipples. I think they called them banana boobs, and Ted was making.