" She looked at my wide-eyed expression. "Oh now, come on. You ain't think yo' Daddy kept condoms in yo' glove compartment, did you? Mr. Moral Majorit...? The Church Deacon? Oh, honey, now please."In retrospect, the 'magic condom box' in my glove compartment all throughout high school was an odd thing for my father. I had always just assumed that it was his concession to the reality of having a teenaged son with a car."So you ain't swimmin' and you ain't screwin'. What are you doin'?"I wanted to. I close the door and turn to him, but as my hands reach for his pants, I hear his phone blast his ring tone.He answers with annoyance, he's brief and angry. I can tell he frustrated as he sighs and hangs up."I have to leave again." He almost pouts at me. "Work needs me back. Right now."I smile and try to hide my disappointment, knowing I at least had mission 3 later. I walk him to the door as he apologizes repeatedly and I reassure him. I give him a final kiss and a quick flash to send him on. She had me take photos of her in sexy lingerie with a cat mask hiding her face. The advert had gone up and we'd had loads of replies. She had settled on a black guy called Marcus. 'Look at that cock sissy,' She said as she held me on her lap, her hand cupping my caged clit, 'I bet you'd like that inside me, wouldn't you?' My little clit was turning blue in its cage. I wanted her to feel pleasure and my little, sissy cock couldn't do that. 'Yeah. I bet that would fill you right up.' 'Oh it will. He streached up on his toes, tugging up along the fabric all the way up his legs, then pulling the waist half-way up his torso. He smiled more broadly this time, only feeling the now-pleasant tingle from his tights-clad legs, not the 800,000 microscopically tiny nanites coursing through his body up to his head, with short pit-stops along the way. He sat down, indian style, on the rug by his bed, and picking up a toy car, started running it along his legs, lost in enjoyment of the tickles doing.