What Jeff had not told Dave was that, whilst Monica was technically his cleaner, it was she who monitored his cleaning of the house with a very strict...regime that meant his legs or bottom was smacked for minor offences, right through to a bare bottom spanking with her hand or hairbrush for more major deficiencies. That was why he was already wearing just a T-shirt and sports shorts, because, although again he did not tell Dave this, he would have to get undressed and clean the house whilst. We rushed out downtown to where the stage is, and tried to get a good place to see the performers. As we were walking around talking to people from school we knew, I accidentally bumped into a girl. "Sorry," I said, "I should look at where I am going next time." "No Problem" she said. I started to walk away to go back with my friends, and then all of a sudden, the girl I bumped into was saying my name. "Devin?" I turned around quickly, recognizing the voice. "Amber?", I said. It was her, the. Ilay in the tub and let my own piss flow on myself...since that was theway Coach had taught me and ordered me to piss.I washed myself off and returned to his bed in time to use my mouth tolick him head to toe and suck his cock until his sperm shot on myface.I stood in the tub, soaping and rinsing him off and knelt to receiveand swallow his morning urine.I made breakfast and knelt under the table waiting for my bowl to havescraps put into it.I lay in the back of the van until the doors opened. Uh, you know, uh," the boy stammered with a flush."You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to hear you say the words." Oh, Mom," Jerry said with a soft moan, reaching out and touching his mother's naked upper thigh. "I do want it! And I know what it is you want me to say. You want us to... fuck... right, Mom?" Right, Jerry!" Fran laughed. "I need.