Half ducking down as I'd walk past the windows, the blinds not quite closed. In high school, the urges took a quantum leap forward. My parents by this...ime didn't even bother with the formality of ?family dinner.? No more falsepretenses for them now. Straight to the bar from work, meeting each other there.No dinner or sitter for me any longer. I'd be alone in the house from about5:30 until midnight or even 2:00AM when the bar closed down, prancing aroundwith clothes pins on my cock and scrotum,. .....just a mask. How was it glowing? What was it doing in your back yard?You wanted to ask yourself these things, but as soon as you picked the thing up your arms get a mind of their own and yank the damn thing onto your face. Bits of dirt fly into your mouth from the motion and as soon as you spit them out your mouth clamps shut and the rest of your body freezes in place. The mask then squishes and melds against your face like it's made of liquid, now it feels like there's slime on your face.. We have made a makeshift bathroom in our room only, a cubicle sort of space covered with curtains, and when it is both of us we don’t even use curtains, as for me I am mostly in my panties all day long, maybe once or twice a week I wear clothes that too when I need to go to market to buy things, else I prefer to be naked.I don’t mind his boss visiting our place, my only concern was I need to wear clothes all day long now. Anyway, after I handed him Rajesh’s clothes, he was looking for a. “Valentine’s Day is over,” He smirked, reaching for the razor.“No, Sam! Somebody likes it that way!”“Which is why I do not!” He growled. Then he swiped it off! “Now it’s time to take your temperature.” He was hard, thick, and ready.“I have a fever,” I said. “Like I've been in the oven.”“I don’t think you’re done yet.”“Then stuff me and cook me,” I pleaded.“Stuff it in and pull it out?” He playfully asked.“Yes,” I agreed.“What about the gravy?”I hesitated. “I’m unprotected,.