Tutor’s Snack

My little Asian tutor is back in my room because I told my daddy I still needed his help. And of course when my daddy called Asian boy’s parents he was made to come back over and assist me because of family pride or something. Anyway, now that you are back I’m going to lay down the law. You sleep, breath, and EAT only when I tell you to. That’s right little bitch. You only get to eat the crushed food off the bottom of my sneakers that you are so obsessed with. And if you’re a good boy I’ll give you some golden nectar to wash it down with. But don’t upset me or else I’ll show everyone how I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.