For example, when answering it's not “Yes” or “No” it's “Yes, Ma-am” or “No, Aunt Judy” - that is one always uses the term of endearme...nt and respect preferred by the woman; “Ma-am” always works and is exclusively used when outside the home. The protocols apply to women too; for example, women never summon a male by his name; it's “boy”, “service” or something similar. Increasingly men are summoned using butler bells located in each room; when I hear the bell I know I'm expected to come. Naturally from the way things turned out he pestered me till I caved in. it was harmless enough. I thought that if this is what he really wanted than it would be ok. He told me that it wasn’t an emotional thing just physical. So on that night we were out cruising around and the guys were feeding me some alaze’ so naturally I got pretty buzzed. We ended going to hi friends house into his basement as his parents let him set up camp down there. They tickled me together and then the hands started. And again and again. My eyes were filling and a lump was forming in my throat. I didn't want to cry, pity myself. I wanted to be strong, make him see how sorry I was. But the hurtful words he was throwing at me were making me feel worthless, making me cry. He was sitting on the sofa, arms leaning on his lap, sitting forward. I slowly made my way towards him, and crouched down in front of him. My head was down and tears were spilling down my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I breathed. I was expecting him. ”“Mmmm…and before that?”“Last night maybe tenish.”“Mmmm…were they long sessions?” A little more gentle fingering.“Normal, about an hour, maybe less…why?” I then moaned as he gave me his entire middle finger.“Your sphincter is a little ‘bruised’ and there’s some cum there sweetie.”That wasn’t exactly breaking news. He withdrew his finger then gently replaced it with the scope thing (insert long gentle moan here). As he probed it around he watched the monitor and chuckled quietly. He could not.