Sheris gift was next and she got me a really nice cashmere sweater. It looked to be very high quality and Im pretty sure was very expensive. I was a l...ttle surprised how nice her gift was and had to give her a hug. Elizabeths gift was next and I was stunned when it was one of the outfits I had tried on when we went shopping. Even my mom made a comment how nice the dress and blazer combination looked. I gave her a hug and whispered in her ear, It was too expensive and you shouldnt have but I. I feel so loved seeing all your encouraging messages. Thank you so much all of you.This is an immediate continuation to the last part of my , with me still inside the boys hostel. Reading the earlier episodes first may make this one more enjoyable. Happy reading!Two hours had easily gone by and I was still inside the boys hostel. I still could not believe I was being used as a paid street whore, by boys of my son’s age. I was blinking faster now and I felt scenes flashing in front of my eyes. The fate of the clock was determined by the cease of sound. Good, thought Jake. No more fucking noise. Jake had fallen into a broken bachelor’s routine. He rarely saw his friends, rarely went outside. His tour had finished a few weeks ago and since, he’d been inside his house, eating crap from bags and watching bad television. He hadn’t bothered with personal grooming – who was there to impress? He lived like a slob, he was behaving uncharacteristically. Even worse, he’d lost his motivation to. As though to confirm my realization, I feel the sheet over my groin being lightly pulled back. Soon, I feel cool fingertips tracing the length of my now fully stiff member through the cotton fabric of my boxers. Gently you graze your fingernails, up and down. My heart is pounding. What do I do? How do I react? Above all, I am terrified that you will lose heart and walk away, leaving me unsatisfied. And I want to come so badly.Instead, I feel you gently draw back the restraining fabric of the.