We both had doors on the sides of our garages and John said he would keep a look out while Dee Dee walked from our home to his and back. Dee Dee was v...ry excited by the job offer and was looking forward to starting as soon as possible. The next morning, John met Dee Dee at the side door of our house and watched for neighbors as she made her way to his home. John showed her around his home and she got to work. She said for the most part, John stayed out of the way, but when she cleaned his. “It is how Serrat was killed,” Morane told him.“And that means it should be used for others?” Joseph wondered.“I’m sorry, again, you don’t understand my references,” Serrat told him apologetically. “Serrat was murdered while spreading his gospel. A heathen horde captured him, staked him to the ground and put stones atop him. They said they would stop if he renounced his religion and endorsed anarchy. He refused and he was killed. They dragged his body to the river and threw him in. Five days. He knew I was getting close; it was at this point he stopped and said I'd had enough pleasure for now, and that it was his turn.He made me sit down on the sofa next to him, grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge through his pants. He asked if I wanted to get a better feel. Before I could even answer, he was removing his pants and boxers. He quickly had my hand back on his bare cock, telling me to stroke it slowly. I stroked him as if I was stroking my own cock; only difference was, his cock. Probably in a week or two.”“Ok honey, I want to see them as soon as you get them.”The next two weeks went by relatively calmly. My mother had me give her a few more ‘normal’ cum tributes. It seemed she was spacing them out maybe? At least one of my friends was coming over every day or hounding me if they could. I knew they just wanted to come over to jerk off to my mother. I did not care. Yeah, maybe I was a little jealous, but then I would remind myself of everything my mom and I were.