Mom was in the living room, calling for me. "Sit down, I think we need to talk. I know that you are a young boy and your hormones are going crazy, but...I really shouldn't have taken advantage of you like I did". Taken advantage of ME??? Hmmm... "Anyway, I'm sorry, and I really don't think this should happen again. It's just that with your father away for so long, I just couldn't help it. It's already been a month, and, well I just couldn't help it. Things aren't that good when he's here. Then, something funny started to happen. Since I was no longer having sex regularly, once the sadness started to fade, I suddenly found myself extremely horny. Happiness and contentment had started to become a part of my daily emotional cycle, and now the crushing sadness made up only a quarter of my emotions, only when I was alone. But now, I was up, I wasn’t sad, I was horny. I needed to be fucked. And who better to do that than someone who had already done it so, so well so, so many times.. "Mercy was with Ruth and me, just observing and jotting notes on a steno pad. When Ruth and I sent Mary back to work, Mercy told me, "She suspected Jorge, but she didn't want to lose a hard worker. She doesn't like those four men, but doesn't want to say anything. I think you should talk to Jorge."We walked back to where Jorge had a desk with a stack of work orders on it. He was scheduling deliveries for the next day and shaking his head. I introduced myself and he said, "This is difficult. You place the shirt on the chair as instructed and start undoing my belt and pants. You slide them down to the floor and I step out of them. Pulling down my boxers, I see you look longingly as my seven inch cock. Your desire to touch it can be clearly be seen. "Do you want to play with my cock naughty girl?" "Yes sir." "You may, but be very gentle. If you do a good job you may get rewarded!" You kneel down, gently cupping my shaved balls with your hands and begin to lick the head of my.