"So, what's the worst thing expected of me?"Meredith and Randi exchanged glances."I'll know more after I read the script," Randi said. "But if they st...y true to the books, there will be some things you won't like." I'm not sure I like any of this," Brock declared."Oh, please," Meredith said."Bunny, stand in front of your master and masturbate until you cum," Meredith said in a stern voice.No one moved."I said now, God damn it!" Meredith yelled, jumping to her feet, and taking Randi roughly by. I call it my ‘zone’. I’m effectively impervious to anything short of a bomb going off next to me. And sometimes even the bomb.”“So like, deep concentration?”“I suppose that’s a good way to put it.”“Can I get you anything else?”I made a point of overtly looking her up and down, checking her out.“I can think of a few things!” I smirked. “But I need to finish my lunch first!”She shook her head and walked away. I started eating, and actually reading my magazine while I ate. When I finished, I left. I moved to her house at beginning of October. Everyone was happy, especially Joann. She was so sweet and adorable to tell her stories about me and my life that in next 20 days she did not let me sit still for 5 minutes. In the house beside me, Melisa and Joann were 2 more people. Cecilia, Mexican lady who cooked, and took care about Joann during the day. And Mr. Robinson (Mike), my s****r’s lover. He enjoyed to be called Mr. Robinson. He was 54 years old, I have never figured out his. "Would you like to finish me off, darling?" I whispered softly."What do I need to do?" What you have been doing all along, but let me take my trousers off completely so that they do not become soiled by my release." Your release?" You'll see." I reseated myself next to her and invited her to take hold of my turgid organ. Amanda soon pumped it to its full size again and seemed pleased about the reaction her touch was having on me. "Is this good, Bobby?" she asked shyly. "Yes, very good. I am.