“Are you ready boy, ready to get fucked by me, for my pleasure?” she asked in a heavy whisper as the head of the cock nestled against my hole. “...re you ready to give yourself to me, to be mine to use to fulfil all my dirty thoughts and needs?” “God yes, I want to be yours, I need you as my Mistress, to use me, to abuse me. I am yours to fuck, to piss on, to humiliate, to share, control or to torture, you are my Mistress, I am yours.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she started to. Author's Gender: Male Age: 59 Location: A farm outside of Sacramento, Ca. It had been more than a week since I last seen Jenny. She was a single teen mom of twin toddlers and was living at her Uncle Ted’s farm with them. She had been on the pill for years but when she was dating her boy’s shit-head, older father she had slipped up and forgotten a few days. A month later she learned that she was knocked up and the jerk had split and left town less than two months through her pregnancy. . Consequently, the competition for these jobs were fierce.As he neared the end of his senior year, Scott had racked his brain trying to come up with a want ad for the local bulletin boards that would make his services stand out more than everyone else's. But try as he could, he couldn't really come up with one. The honest truth was that there were a lot of guys better at that kind of work than he was. He was looking at a bleak summer.All that had changed last May when Scott stopped by to visit. " Wow. She really is that busy." At least that busy." I smiled -- reassuringly I hoped. "I'm sure the only other men she is seeing these days are Ryou, Noah and my Father."Honda chuckled. "I guess I can live with that."We had a quiet night. I studied for my up-coming tests and went to bed early. The rest of the week was almost identical.Saturday's exams were the hardest tests I had ever taken in my life. It wasn't the material so much as my inability to completely prepare for them. I was.