After several minutes, Sig urged the boy to come to him and begin sucking on his cock once again. "Come on, Brian. Come suck my dick. You love sucking... I need sucking. Come on boy." He propped himself on one elbow and said, "Come on boy. You want your mama to have that fifty bucks, don't you?"Brian was helpless to his own queerdom; helpless to the compulsion to satisfy horny males. Captive to the thought that if he didn't do it twice like his mother did, then he was only half the whore that she. "How old are you anyways, seven and four? Sharon, your brother's allowed to be anywhere in the house except your room and the master bedroom. You can't keep him out of the living room just because you're having a party." But, Moooommmm?!?! He can't come to my party!"There was silence for a moment. Sharon glanced over at me, maybe uncertain if our mother had caved or not. Then Mom appeared at the railing where she could glare down at my sister. "You do want to have a party, don't you, Sharon?". .Y?yes?I am a spy. I am a SPY. I am a spy?I am a spy. YES?YES?I AM? I AM A SPY. ?....NO MORE?Please don’t hurt me anymore?..PLEASE?please?please?I have nothing more to tell?.mercy?mercy?.please?..no?..more?.PLEASE....Untie me?please untie me?untie me.........PLEASE.?They untied her. Kazumi felt she was at the end of a long road as she was made to sign the confession. Her hand shook as she added her signature to the bottom of the scroll. The ordeal was over. Kazumi and her maid had been. Not that it made it any easier as she slowly climbed the small stone steps into the building."Hi!" she began with a friendly smile as she greeted the miserable looking receptionist.There was no response. The receptionist was about 50, hunched over and staring at Leanne blankly through her thick glasses. There was a magazine open in front of her, which Leanne had apparently distracted her from. After a moment or two, the young woman decided to continue."I saw an advert asking for people to come.