Again and again I hit the ball to her. I couldn’t seem to move fast enough to get from my serving position to the place she decided to return it. After three hours we’d had enough. Samantha decided that I’d never be a real tennis player, but I could learn good enough to get out and play with her once in a while. Besides, getting out in the fresh air and swatting a ball around is far better than doing all the housework that’s required of me.
In the evening I prepared dinner for my Mistress and her two sisters. Marcy thought it was really hilarious that some guy fondled my balls at Samantha’s tennis club.
“So, Sam, you going to rent Jack out to that guy some weekend?”
“Oh you never know. At least not at this point. Maybe someday. Just don’t piss me off, okay slave?”
In the morning the f
