“Sometimes he’d complain about his cock is hard and uncomfortable to sit. I said he could leave his cock out of his pants for me and I had to make...him stop stroking his cock while he fingered me.”“I remember when he began teaching me to parallel park. Sometimes he’d stand beside the car to tell me which way to turn the steering wheel and I couldn’t help looking at the bulge in his pants.”“‘Mr. Chambers, what is that wet spot on your shorts? You don’t have a bottle of water to have spilled any. Your vagina and my cock are so now made for each other, hand in k** leather glove, I slide in so, so smoothly, I hear you gasp, I feel you tighten your muscles around my member, every time I try to withdraw, you milk me by clinching, as expertly as you always do, it's now time for me to take on the role I was was born for, that of a fucking machine, so now I pile into you, right up to the hilt, the wet slouching sound of your wet pussy slapping against my full sack gives me the enduring energy. ” The more he talked, the more it excited me and I liked his attention and I grew more compliant. Not long after, he asked if I had ever seen “a grown man’s penis” (words that have stuck with me since). I was shocked and quickly shook my head. He asked if I wanted to but being shy and confused I could only manage to shrug. Anything more would have seemed like an admission that I was queer. I mean, I WAS queer but I didn't want anyone else knowing.Yet, besides a brain full of those spinning. Next day morning I gotup and saw the time was 10.30 am. I freshned up and went down to the dining table. I asked servant to bring coffee. My mother brought me coffee. She asked why did I not come to her room. I was silent. U come to my room I want to talk to u she said. I finished my coffee and went to her room and asked her why she called me. She was quiet. She said that she is fed up with my father and She hesitated, then sheepishly said that my father is seeing other womens . He called me an.