Well, I'd arrived at college for my freshman year and first year of college football. It amazed me the amount of scrutiny the regulators placed on financial propriety. Before I'd arrived, I had completed several financial disclosure forms.
Where did I get the money for my Mustang? Did I work in High School? For whom & how much was I paid. Would I be working in College? If so, for whom. Man these guys wanted to know everything but my jock size.
They really had a fit when I indicated I would be living off campus. They even made Kitty complete some documents and confirm her income. Thankfully, prior to the start of school, I'd arranged a job through my Booster Club coordinator, Lawrence Jones.
When I first met Lawrence, I was only told he was a wealthy school supporter and owned several businesses. At our first lunch meeting, I stressed to him the need to be on the up and up as I did not want to risk my eligibility. He told me not to worry; part of his responsibility was to ensure I stayed eligible but at the same time did not suffer financially.
He suggested he could find a job for a family member who could then provide me with an allowance. I noted I had a job which would fund most of my expenses; but I thought it might be a good idea for Kitty to have a job to occupy her time.
I mentioned she was my recently divorced Mom; young and fresh for her age; great attitude; and I wanted to keep working on improving her self esteem. Without going into details, I mentioned the divorce was the result of an abusive Dad.
Lawrence mentioned he might have a position for her in one of his businesses and invited me to bring her to his house that Saturday for a barbecue. I agreed and he gave me directions to his home which was out in the country.
We arrived at his house that Saturday around 2:00. It was out in the country with no other house in site. As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed the lack of other guest cars. But that thought quickly left my mind as I walked around the car to open the door for Kitty.
As I assisted her in alighting from the car, I cautioned her not to embarrass me or disobey. She asked how she could be disobedient to her Master. As you guessed, Kitty is a submissive & my property.
For those who have forgotten, Kitty is 34 years of age. 5'2" tall and about 105 pounds. Very tight muscle tone since she came to me and a nice deep tan with no lines. Originally a brunette, she had become a blonde both topside and on the bush, what little there was of it. Ass tattoo read Property of Thomas.
She was wearing a summer weight mini-dress with a thong panty and heeled sandals. Nice make-up with a gold necklace and ear rings.
