“He can’t possibly -.”The thought was lost as he swiped his tongue across her tight crinkle.“You bastard!” she moaned, shifting and offering...him greater access.He chuckled and continued his assault. Alternating between licks and darting his tongue in and out, he drove her to heights she’d never imagined before, not even when they were together. Within minutes her thighs were quivering and coated with her juices.“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “Please, please,” she begged.He gently bit one ass cheek. Rose and Herb fell in line. Timothy grew up well.The summer between his ninth-grade and tenth-grade years, a man named Leroy Watson started doing their yard work. Leroy was in his forties and had been in prison for aggravated assault. He was now on a work release program and Timothy’s parents hired him out.Leroy mowed the lawn in his white Arkansas Department of Corrections issued uniform. Herb Smith was away during the day at his law firm and Rose had a cushy position at the bank her daddy. The image of his cockhead, purple and swollen danced in her mind. She squeezed even harder, reveling in the firmness under her fingertips. She could feel it throb.“Fuck, Paisley. Keep that up and I’m gonna need a new pair of pants.” God, she was so sexy, Tom mused. The pressure in his groin was making it difficult to concentrate on driving. Luckily the traffic was light.She played with his stiff rod for the rest of the trip. She knew it was cruel, but she couldn’t help herself. The look on. Well, Joe, look at this! You are getting big. That’s nice.”“Where are we going? Is it to Ylena’s?”“To Ylena’s? Would you like to go there? To be stretched up and have your back and bum whipped with a nice soft flogger? Wow! You are still big! Maybe even bigger. I like that! So tomorrow, it’s Ylena’s, if you are good! But for now, just be patient...”Presently, Joe stands with Ben in the Gymnasium Room, each on his own treadmill deck. They each wear a pony boy harness so that the pony boy and the.