. Huh, boy? Answer me.”“what? I mean… I’ve never seen… uh what do you mean?” “Don’t get shy on me now boy. You cant stare at my cock f...r over a minute and expect me to pretend it didn’t happen. So tell me, Do… You… like… my cock?”Oh my god! What’s happening!? What do I do? “I just… I mean it looks…. Very… good.” Shit! Did I just say that! What the hell I got to get out of here… He held out his hand motioning me to come closer. “I Got to go, sorry.” I stood to get out of the tub.“Bull shit boy.”. You eat your breakfast now, as you must see the vicar soon.Mary looked at the plate before her. eggs, bacon, sausages, the works. Plenty of toast, and preserves. She would want for nothing today. Today was her special day.As she ate, she thought back over her young life. The men she had enjoyed since Albert had taught her that men and women were different. Albert had been her first lover, but not her last. She had, in fact, lost count of the men she had been a lover for. But it must have been. I've seen their hungry eyes. Their shy smiles, their bulges. I've smiled back at them, inviting smiles. I've given them the hopes, given them something to dream about. They wanted me, and I'd let them. That's why I joined.The first few days I didn't let them too close. I wanted them to beg for me, let them starve. My eyes met theirs, made them feel that they were special, but at the same time they wouldn't get anything. Not yet.I also had my own shower. The first couple of weeks I didn't try to. Natalie absently rubbed her wrist where it had been broken in a competition not long after her fifteenth birthday.Tears returned as she sat on one of the cold bales. She wondered if they could have kept the place going if their father hadn’t died after being thrown from his tumbling horse, but really she had known that his heart wasn’t in it once their mother had died. Harrison loved the ranch as much as Natalie did, but some Afghani with an RPG had put him in the hospital and he required.