I shook my head."Didn't think so," Uncle Mitch whispered. He palmed my little butterfly ass in his hand and roughly kneaded it as if it was a ball of ...read dough, which caused a delicious tugging on my pussy lips. After a second or two my pussy politely and treasonously trickled a drop of 'come-fuck-me' juice down the inside of my leg.I tried not to, but a revealing shudder rippled through my body and I gasped.Uncle Mitch let go of my ass and climbed a few steps, spreading his feet so his legs. Maybe he, Jonathan, was nothing but a useless slave boy and maybe it was all for the best that he was being treated so harshly by the professor. If so, all the professor's abuse, all the brutal beatings and fuckings, had been done out of caring and this touched Jonathan so very deeply, making him cry anew. He now cried because he had been behaving so very badly towards a man who only wanted the best for him, who understood what he was and knew that worthless slaves like Jonathan should be. Here she was, Atlas in the flesh, and she was mincing through thecrowd, bag upon brightly colored bag of clothes hanging daintily fromher hirsute arm, brimming with confidence and completely oblivious tohow strange of a sight she was.God I hate cheerleaders.Obviously, this was the result of my sloppy handiwork last night, whenI had drunkenly swapped around the cheer squad and the footballplayers. I hadn't even considered what that would look like the nextday, and yet, here it was. How could I. She searched for it just long enough to find what she was really looking for."Oh, my!" Cindy said. "I see the only thing you lost in Iraq was your legs."For a woman who had "accidentally" touched a man's penis, she certainly wasn't in any hurry to pull her hand away.Paul was very tired, and not interested in starting anything with Cindy Pooler. But his penis was interested, and started to grow under Cindy's gentle massaging."It was Afghanistan," he said."That feel good?" she asked, ignoring the.