Thinking is something people do, and as I said, I amonly a toy. I must prepare myself as HE has told me to before I enter HISdoor. At one time, that ...as a hard task for me, but not now. The flickers ofshame and disgust at myself I experience are permitted, so long as theydon't prevent me from completing my task.My mother smiles at me as she drops me off. She has no idea what goes oninside. Nor can I tell her. How could a nine-year-old boy tell his motherhe is evil?It has been two years. Our heroine gets to do both!!As I try to evolve this from one phase to the next, I thought you might find a few things interesting, and, keeping them in mind might cast the stories in at least a slightly different light.The Sugar Cane Plantation, in a slightly different form actually exists. It was the impetus for this story. Of course it’s not called the Sugar Cane Plantation. And it’s not a hidden bdsm club.What it is, is a delightful bed and breakfast near the top of a mountain on an island.. She call me then and says over a quarter of an hour they will arrive , then i said to them/her where the key is and has put that pornfilm ,wich i told has seen that day earlyer, in the TV in my bedroom to cum in mood. There were untill that scene (with tha double VAGINAL Penetration scene ) when i came for tha firsttime maybe 10 , most regular sex scenes.So i began to prepere and wach that video ! Meanwhille i had set on table downstears and in my bedroom with 4 persons bed some cold cocktails. Molly quickly lifted her lips off my cock, looked up at me, and replied with a sad look on her face "But i want your sackful too! in my pussy!"Then she clamped her lips back around my semi hard cock, and began sucking again.I moaned softly, as her little lips slid back and forth my length, her blonde head, bobbing eagerly trying to revive me once more, and after several eager minutes, my cock began to rise again.Eagerly Molly gripped my firming shaft in her hand, and sucked even harder on my.