My mother used to bathe me as a kid. I remember these times very affectionately as fun "wet play" as she used to call them. Let me mention that nothin... remotely sexual took places during Mother's bathing sessions. She simply let me play with my various aquatic toys and floats and supervised for a while until she decided that "wet play" was over and then she gave me a good scrubbing. Afterward, she would dry me and help me with my clothes.At about the time that I was five or six, I started. ”“You are. I vill be here vhen you return to me.”Sometimes now, I wonder if I will be able to keep that promise. A part of me cannot stand this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, stop missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his body against mine, his cock up my ass. And I cannot have it. I can only wait, wondering when he will return. And what if he never returns? What if something has happened to him?“Seit. These were all standard fare circling around the business aspects of the accounts. Mr. Woodburn stayed at the side in his chair he had pushed away from the massive conference table. At one point when I flipped back to specifically address a client detail, I glanced at Mr. Woodburn as I turned to use the laser pointer to hi-lite several lines of data to address the question. I found his face serene as he sat comfortably back in the chair while intently watching the faces and body language of. I swished it around in there, afraid to swallow it but I did and by then, the second guy came up to me.I was about to suck his cock too but the big guy told them to take my "faggot ass" in the back room so no one could see. They took me into a room with a couple of pool tables and some old video arcade games. In the corner was an old mattress so they had me stand on it and I was told to get naked! I was a little afraid of what might happen but at the same time, I was more than ready to taste.