Lee and Kyle meanwhile were pulling off mysneakers, then mysocks tossing them across the room alongwith my tatteredshirt. I hung, spread-eagled, shirt...essand barefoot inmy jeans before my four teenage captors,...I moaned inhumiliation.Tyrone merelysmiled cruelly, and, grabbing the bottomof my right pantsleg sliced all the way up through to thewaistband. Hethen made the same motion with the knife upthe other pantsleg. Two more swift slices and my jeans fellin a torn heapbelow my feet where they,. He had been circumcised, but when and how?“What, who are you ... what are you doing?” Tommy asked his mother, though he didn’t resist her touch.“I’m your mother, sweetie. Who else would I be?” Annie laughed softly, “Your Aunt Dee, perhaps? She is a cutie. What is the term again? MILF? Mothers I’d like to fuck, right?”“Well, she is hot, but ... right now, I’m thinking of you,” Tommy confessed, since Annie had found a way to get his attention.“That’s a good Mama’s Boy, aren’t you? Don’t worry.. Then, I noticed her suitcase next to her.“You traveling somewhere? I didn’t see another car outside.” Nodding towards her case.“Yeah.”“Where to?”She stopped put down the menu and looked into my eyes. “Down the road . . . somewhere . . . (smiling) . . . everywhere . . . (the smile fading) . . . just down the road.”Our gaze lingered until Sarah asked “Did you decide?”I looked up to the stony glare Sarah was giving me, “Steak and eggs, medium rare, over easy, tomatoes no hash browns - two” Bridget. Baker didn’t say a word to Mr. Brown, who had by then stood back up and was sitting on the desk beside Mr. Baker and rubbing his own crotch. Against my better judgement, I decided to stay where I was knowing I may never get another chance like this. Mr. Baker just sat on the desk beside Mr. Brown and looked at me. Suddenly he seemed to look over at Mr. Brown. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, so I prepared myself to run, assuming I could move of course. Slowly, Mr. Brown leaned over to.