"I am cumming, I am cumming," he cried, shooting his milk all over her face and chest. "Yes, you need more like that. My beautiful slut!" She smiled..., thinking. "I must have done well; I hope he wants me to stay with him." "Go to your room, I will call you again. I need my rest now," he said. While grabbing her clothes, he said, "Go, you slut, you don't need those anymore." She walked naked to her room and went home the next day. A couple of weeks later, he called her. "You are to be here. Our second year with her, we blew her away. There was no doubt in her mind that we were smart kids. She arranged for us to take the Iowa basic skills test, very early in life. We both aced it, and our teacher received glowing recommendations from our parents. Our nannies also disappeared that year. Our parents didn't think we needed them anymore. The maid could see us to and from school, and the like.At eight years old, the two of us were treated to a private tutor. Professor Bumpkin, retired. Their mother and I divorced eight years ago. Shortly after the divorce, I was introduced to the Dom\sub lifestyle. Since my introduction to it, I have indulged in Dom\sub relationships regularly. I am a Dom. I have been working as a marketing consultant at the same firm for fifteen years. The owner and I became very close friends over the years. We vacation once a year with our families, and celebrate the major holidays together. Sarah, the owner’s daughter, graduated from university and. Garth chuckled gleefully as his huge burly body crouched behind the rambling shrubbery. The wild growth of berry weeds brushed and tickled at his hairy legs as they pushed up against his weight and crept beneath the cuffs of his trousers. He quickly clasped his open hand across his thick lips in a child-like manner, fearing the old hen would hear him and discover his hiding place."Garth, you get back up here quick, or I'll tell Dr. Quinn on you. Do you hear me boy?"Garth remained secure in his.