“Thank you kind sir, it’s nice to be appreciated.”Dinner at Al’s Steakhouse was very enjoyable as it normally was. The conversation with Emma ...was enlightening as she seemed to enjoy talking to Paul. Some of the conversation touched on the housing situation and the bank’s challenges with an increase in the rate of foreclosures. Being forced by the government to make loans to unqualified applicants was a sore point with her. Emma’s conduct in a nice way reminded Paul of how he thought the teacher. And be ready to do whatever he wants and expects of you. Remember this is all about him. As his slave your life is now going to revolve around him and his pleasure. Do you understand?Yes Sir, this is what I want.Good, you may find serving at times, difficult, degrading and painful.It doesn’t matter what I want or whether I like it or not. Exactly bitch, you are learning fast for a dumb cunt.Thank you Sir.The next day she was kneeling on his porch, and he had her crawl in. Then proceeded to beat. How many of my clothes has he worn?" the idea of this seemed to fill her with rage again and I cowered as she came over to me again. "Tell me, panty boy, how many of my clothes have you worn." It's... the first time." I lied."I doubt it." She carefully placed the sharp heel of her boot on the soft bit of my neck below my Adam's apple. She smiled at me as if she had just given me my change in a shop and said lightly, "Don't move, or I'll kill you. Isabelle go and search his room."I squirmed at. ” Then she did crack a smile, but it was a deadly one. I angled my chin for her, took a final breath, and… and her lips were on mine, her tongue invading my mouth. Before I even knew what was happening, her little fingers were wrapped gently around my cock, stroking me, guiding me to rise with each caress until I was curved backward with arousal. She smiled against my lips, licking my tusks, exploring my gums and tongue, curious and experienced, inviting me to spar with her once more. Then her.