The first thing I noticed during my orientation was that the majority of the employees in the home were women, not a bad place to work for a horny tee...ager. After orientation I was paired up with an experienced caregiver, a girl named Wendy who was 23, married and had a small child. She seemed nice enough and I was pleased that I would be working with someone who I could get along with. On my first actual day of work Wendy and I spent an hour or so with Nancy talking about my duties, the hours. "Don't you worry your pretty head," he actually rubbed my face with his hands and looked into my eyes as he talked to me, "I'll tell you what to do, OK?" He was calm and patient again, as if he was just helping out a friend with a difficult task (you know what he wants you to do) and I shook my head to respond. "Ok, good," he reached down and let his seat tilt back as he positioned himself so his dick was exposed, "now, reach down and stroke my cock...just like you do when you jack off." His. It was huge and beautifully decorated, in a very masculine way. I immediately observed his sculptures that he had placed all around, and began complimenting him. Angus loved birds, and most of the sculptures were of our feathered friends. Before I got the grand tour of his cabin, he lit a roaring fire. His place was open and impressive, but very cozy. There was the homely aroma of stew simmering on the stove, which I was told would take another few hours. After an astonishing tour, we sat on a. I was very familiar with it from all of the years of playing in his living room and him leaning over my shoulder. Everything outside seemed so unfamiliar, so I started to nervously look if there were any major landmarks. Mr. Ponce placed his hand on my thigh and said "Don't worry!" And, with a smiled he added "Have I ever steered you wrong? Get it? STEERED you wrong?" I laughed because I was used to his corny jokes, but for the first time I started to wonder why Mr. Ponce was still single..