God, I hope he's alright. He's a new driver, being only sixteen, and turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting a dog and ran into a ditch. I know he ...urt his leg. The paramedics said they wouldn't know how badly until they take x-rays. Randy, I need to thank you for all you've done for me but I don't have time right now. Please excuse me while I find out about my son."She quickly went to her son's room. It was so nice to see her; too bad the circumstances didn't give us a chance to talk. I. “You’re dry,” he said.She ran a towel over most of his body. It was obvious she was impatient.Then, gripping his erection, she led him out of the bathroom.Only Ronnie and Bernard saw them come out of the shower. They stared as Jody led him unerringly to her bedroom. It was surreal watching him being led by his penis, as if it were a leash.“Man! I wish we didn’t have the watch,” sighed Bernard.“All we’re required to do is stay awake and be alert,” she said. “I think I could still satisfy those. My usual greeting is to run and launch myself into his arms, but with the bag of tricks I was carrying and the awkward possibility of upending his wine glass, I just padded over, left my bag on the coffee table and gently straddled his lap with my knees, leaning my whole body close and kissing him softly on the lips. “I missed you, Sir,” I breathed, kissing him again, a little harder this time. “Me too,” he said through my kisses, adjusting himself inside his pants. “Wine?” “Are you allowed to. The glint of her deep red, polished nails caught his eyes as she dropped back to all fours and then he felt her drop something from her mouth into his lap. He glanced at it, a black marker pen. The smile that crossed his lips betrayed his emotions more than he wanted. Her letter had begged him to scrawl obscenities across her naked flesh, to indicate in lurid detail the nature and purpose of each orifice. Later, he thought. Once she had finished satisfying his depravities. When she had finally.