Henry was awake when I woke up Friday morning. “Dear God, what did you do to me last night? I came three times. After the third I couldn’t even support my body. My arms were like rubber.”
“I don’t know. For some reason I was able to hold myself back from cumming and then, when I did, it felt like my entire insides were coming out through my cock. It felt like my body was exploding.”
“Then I assume you’ll do that again whenever I want it.”
Henry laughed. “You already know I’ll do whatever you want. You are the mistress, right? I’m still the slave and I always will be.”
“You know I have a real weakness for slaves, don’t you?” I kissed him gently then rose over his body. He dutifully opened his mouth to take my morning gift. Then he gave me his morning gift, licking and sucking me until I once again fell onto his body. I kissed him then, forcing my tongue into his dirty mouth. “I love you so much, Henry. Now I think we need another shower and once we’re cleaned up you can make breakfast.” And that’s exactly what we did—pancakes and bacon with fresh-squeezed orange juice. I thought my mother was going to have serious regrets when we returned to school.
Henry and I spent the entire morning studying and doing the work for the classes we’d missed Wednesday morning. Periodically, Henry would lose his focus. Those were the times that I paused to give him long deep kisses. My mom and dad only smiled, but I could see Lisa’s eyes turn green with envy. I had a strong feeling she was going hunting as soon as she was back in school. She had always dated A-list guys, jocks, or ultra-rich and good-looking boys. Physically she could have been my twin except that she was two inches shorter. I had shown her the alternative could be very rewarding.
We studied most of Friday afternoon until 4:30 and I put our materials away while Henry helped Mom get the dinner ready. He sliced the rest of the turkey, placing the pieces of white meat on the platter alongside one of the drumsticks and a sliced thigh. Henry had told me that he loved the dark meat. We hardly ever ate it in our house, but I could see the appeal. The meat was much moister than the breast, although we always solved that with lots of gravy.
That night I asked Henry what he wanted to do. He responded by asking if I’d ever gone bowling? I hadn’t, but why not? Henry deserved a treat for all he’d done with my family. Reluctantly, I asked Lisa if she’d like to join us; she met us there with a date. Like most of hers, he was a jock—an end on the football team and a sprinter for track. We had a little bet—losers buy sundaes at Friendly’s. I expected to buy, but Henry surprised all of us. He averaged 217 over the three games we bowled. I asked him about it when we were in the car.
“I thought your mother never allowed you to do anything.”
“She didn’t, but she went out either to a bar or on a date almost every Friday and Saturday night and my grandparents were usually drunk by noon so I was able to sneak out. She’d never go near the bowling alley so that’s where I went. I could bowl all night with the money I ‘borrowed’ from Gramps’ wallet. I figured he deserved it for ignoring me all those years.”
“I can’t believe it—my shy little slave a thief.”
“I am shy…usually, but I have emotions like everyone else and I grew to hate my mother and my grandparents for the way they treated me.” I stopped at a light and pulled Henry to me for a kiss that was just long enough to cause the driver behind me to beep his horn. Lisa and Martin were already there so we joined them at a table. I laughed when Henry ordered a Jim Dandy—a huge sundae. That was okay; when Lisa used her debit card that meant Daddy was paying. When Lisa asked Henry about the big sundae he dead-panned a reply, “I need to keep my strength up.” Lisa and I laughed so hard we actually cried. Lisa told her date that she’d explain later.
We studied most of Saturday and left after Mass and brunch at a nice restaurant Sunday morning. I drove through New York and allowed Henry to take over once we were in New Jersey. I took over again once we were in Pennsylvania. Driving west on I-80 I detoured onto I-81 south and turned off toward Shamokin.”You’ll have to direct me from here, Henry. I want to stop off at your mother’s house. Is there anything you want there? If so, get it while I speak to your mother.”
“No, Nancy—everything and the only thing I want is in this car.”
“Thank you, Henry—that was sweet, but it’s just what I would expect from you. I suggest you stay in the car. I won’t be long.” I wasn’t. I spoke to his mother at the door. “You don’t know me Mrs. Fuller, but I plan on being a part of your family soon…right after I marry Henry. I just wanted to thank you for throwing him away. It made my work so much easier. I doubt you’ll ever see either of us again so if you have anything to say to Henry I’ll be happy to pass it along.” She stepped back and closed the door. I felt so sorry for Henry, but now he’d have a new family—mine. They loved him—his kind quiet nature was really endearing.
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