Are you sure you want him as a shithead slave? OK, I’ll presume you still want him, so here are some suggestions that I’ll give you a hand with: #... He needs to stop wearing the boy’s underwear…he’s not man enough. I say we have him go to the women’s section of Wal-Mart and buy some nice bright pink little girl’s panties.#2 I love your remote tit-clamps cock ring, but I know a thing or two about electronics, and I want to add a cock sheath that you can activate. That way you can jerk the boy . And she was throwing up so much spray that I was getting soaked sitting in the back of the boat. But it was then that I knew that I just had to spend the rest of my life with this girl, that I loved her. We got engaged about a month later." And Peter had to reply." Exactly, I asked him when he knew that Molly was the one. And he said, it happened a lot earlier in the relationship. He had been 'working' on Molly for a couple of months, and at last after a lovely lunch, he had got her back to his. ” Or for the rest of my life, Helen thought to herself.“So, how come you don’t feel good?” was the first thing Christen asked when she got to the blonde teen’s house. They closed themselves in her bedroom before she answered.“I just don’t, okay?”“You don’t look sick or anything. Do you have a headache or something?”Helen shook her head slowly. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just...”“Did something happen? I mean something bad?”Helen shrugged and nodded.“Oh-my-god. Like what?”“I can’t really say.. I just sort of floated over to her with my hand still gripping my cock, my eyes bugging out and totally speechless. It was strictly automatic, an obedient son minding his mom. It was only about ten feet to the chair, but it seemed like forever getting there.Once I got there, Mom gently removed my hand from my cock and replaced it with hers and said, "Relax Hon, you're going to like this. I know you're nervous and confused, but it's okay."She started stroking my dick and turned to Linda and.