Was I that different? My look? It was like a very young boy called Ricky.That's it! That's what they were trying to tell me by calling me that! Theinn...cence and trust only a very young boy has! The bonding with his motherthat is quickly lost, as he gets older!Peers and parents help shape the differences more than any other source! Bigboys don't do that! Big boys no longer help their mothers or sisters withhousehold duties! They mow the lawn and empty the garbage. They don't dodishes or help. I took a sheath covered dog cock in each hand. My ass was high in the air. HELP HIM MOUNT ME YOU SORRY FUCKING BASTURD , I yelled at Tom.Tom grabbed up the hound he lifted the heavy animal upon my ass. Guide his cock in me. I pleaded. Make him fuck my cunt. Both of the dogs that I was stroaking were hard now.Their cocks were throbbing in my hands. TOM, PUT HIS COCK IN ME. GOD DAMN I WANT DOG FUCKED. I NEED HIS COCK. I yelled again. I WANT KNOTTED , I WANT TO BE HIS FUCK BITCH. Tom aimed the. K. I’ve never been game to ask a girl to do that. If you suck me until I cum I won’t tell anyone what you were doing.” And he sat down next to Wayne (who was looking more excited rather than resigned!).“O.K” I agreed “But just this once, never again.” I pulled down his boxers to reveal a cock which I had not seen since he was a baby and I have to admit it was cute. Very thin like a pencil but fairly long and with a big purplish knob at the top. I began to suck on that knob like a lollypop–. The only thing I really knew for sure was that my Mistress and that other woman, Mrs. Hardesty, they didn't care for each other at all. Miss Corinne wasn't like other women either, she didn't mind letting people know her opinion of them, although she always seemed to find the most polite way possible to insult someone. It was one of the things about her I found very intimidating and I was very glad she was fond of me.I spent the next few hours playing ornament to my Mistress, staying close and.