Tom and I met Terry at the local bar one Friday night, he sits and talks sport with Tom but his eyes tell the story of what is real motive is and Tom ...s so thick he couldn't see it. He certainly had a glint in his eye from the first moment. He has an impish smile that turns to lecherous when he looks at me. He has a slutty sense of humour. I liked him an awful lot but would never have thought of having sex with him, well not actually having sex with him, until Tom made the big mistake of. She seemed a sweet young woman, and I’m sure she hadn’t meant to unsettle me, but that’s exactly what she’d achieved.With all of the family gathered around the big table, dinner passed quickly. Mainly because my mind was somewhere else, still unsettled by Delores’ conversation. I was actually a little angry with her. Before the conversation, I’d been looking forward to my call with Neil. But now I was preoccupied and I knew the call wouldn’t be as satisfying.At least, that’s what I expected.. The boy was dressed in a shirt and tie, but also askirt, short socks and girls shoes. I scanned through the rest of themagazine, some bits catching my eyes. The letters brought forth afeeling of horrified fascination for they discussed ideas and methodsof establishing control over males in ways that varied from simplePavlovian through to Nazi extremisms of torture. The basic messagethroughout the magazine was to exploit the masochism every motherapparently teaches their son from birth, and that. We made our way along to some small lock up garages and Sara asked again, “what are you doing?” I said “I need to pee, you can hold it if you like”. I took out my cock and Sara laughed and held my cock while I peed against the wall. Danny took station on the other side and watched very quietly wanting to see where this was going. I finished peeing and Sara gave my cock a shake and I said “if you get it hard, you can suck it” Sara seemed to have forgotten about Danny was behind her, she crouched.