He teased me, so I had to return that favor. If I didn't it would be like, shirking a sexual responsibility or doing things half-assed, and I couldn't... have that. We both were just going to have to wait for the grand finale.As I steadily stroked him, he squirmed in his seat. I watched in awe as his hips lifted and hummed with delight as he let out soft moans of enjoyment, all while he was trying to focus on keeping the car straight. I watched as more precum leaked from the slit and as I watched. " Yes, Master," she said.Once they were downstairs, Ken went into the kitchen, where Sally was preparing breakfast."Have you made any bacon, yet?" he asked Sally."No, Master Ken," she responded. "Shall I start now?" Sure," he replied. He led Jane over to the stove while Sally positioned the bacon in a frying pan. She started to place a screen over the pan to keep the hot grease from getting all over everything when Ken said, "You don't need that." But, Sir-" she started."I said, you don't need. “What ... what happened? You two seemed ... happy.”It was hard to speak. It hurt to speak. But now was not the moment to focus on his own feelings. Aron was hurting much more.“Ah, for so long,” Aron sighed, “I’ve just felt like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Apparently, the bad guy is winning. For now. And only a few weeks back, we seemed to be well on the mend.”“What did you two fight about?” Carter continued, carefully.“What didn’t we fight about?” Aron said, his voice edging on sorrow.. Do you know the area?"I could hear a low chuckle. "I should. I live about two blocks from there. What's the address?"I gave it to her."I'll meet you there in five minutes." Great. I'd like your opinion." Sure thing, I'll be there shortly."That was a break. She would know the neighbourhood. Sylvia had gone home and I could get an unvarnished opinion without any hype or pressure.True to her word, Fiona appeared five minutes later with a young lady accompanying her. I guessed that this was her.