I just hope we don't have to explain it to others all that often," she said bursting into laughter."I would hope not," I said as I joined in her laugh...er.Rebecca.Since dad had said Rory would not need to start work in early September I had planned to outings with Jessie and Marjory and their boyfriends. One was to a Matinee performance at the local theatre to see Cinderella as a ballet. We attended the theatre and since Jessie was with us decided to eat at the Chinese restaurant where Rory had. He takes some lubricant and start finger fucking me to loosen me up, soon I feel the head of his cock at my entranceway. He slowly and gently pushes his cock into my ass. I am so happy to get fucked and it hurts so good. Soon this big cock is deep in my ass, I've had longer cocks but nothing this thick in my ass. He's very good and very patient he realizes it does hurt but I'm able to take it up my ass soon it get where he can slowly moving in and out pounding me deeper with every stroke. We. “Dammit, Rusty!” A tall, lanky boy cried. “Mr. Caldwell called for you ten fucking minutes ago. What the hell are you doing back here?” The boy which was shouting was Lotus, the oldest of the slaves at their master’s banquet. He acted as the enforcer, and as much as he hated being the asshole, it was his job. Besides, being top slave had its perks. He was allowed clothing, and often did not have to perform unless specifically called upon. He worked behind closed doors, therefore, not often. On the weekends, I would ask Jocelyn if I could escort them to the zoo, or perhaps some other activity they might want to enjoy. At first, she was reluctant, but after a few attempts, she finally relented and we had a fine time at the zoo. Her sons were delightfully well mannered and we seemed to hit it off quite quickly.Both Evan and Trevor wanted to hear about my exploits during the war. Evan had a somewhat bloodthirsty interest in how many "bad guys" I had killed, while Trevor wanted to know.