Which then made him happy. If she wanted to join him with the chores, or do some on her own, if it gave her pleasure, he would always be happy and co...ntent with that. Of a surety, she knew he would still be doing the lion’s share of the housework, and she didn’t mind that he considered all of it his ultimate responsibility. But he never again complained or seemed the least bit upset when she chipped in to help. And so she counted this encounter a success. The next opportunity required. ‘That’s better Monique, and isn’t that the sweetest most delicious scent you can possibly have ever smelled?’ ‘Yes ma’am’ Monique mumbled, speaking with her tongue licking her clit wasn’t easy. ‘Shut up Monique, don’t talk to me while you are doing that, concentrate on my pussy and how you can please me!’ And Monique did just that. Her tongue slowly slipped inside her, probing and teasing. The waves of pleasure were growing and she felt the start of an orgasm begin to build. She closed her eyes. They were instructed on how to diplomatically seek confirmation of a man's words without giving cause for false offence. (What, don't you trust me? I am insulted!) They were taught how to keep their purse close and their weapons ready, and to not be lulled by a smiling face. In short, how to survive in the world. This was the main purpose of 'bedtime stories', and why fairy tales were so dark in their older versions.John's stories encouraged honorable behavior, while Tuk's cautioned against. I knew the tuition would be crazy expensive but I also knew that my dads company had a scholarship fund for c***dren of their employees, and I had always worked hard to keep my grades up to qualify.On the day I went in to pick up an application for the scholarship fund and have lunch with my dad I bumped into my dads boss, Mr. Thompson at the reception desk. As I said it was summer, and I was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs, flip flops, a pink tank top, and a white bra. My hair is blonde and I.