’ I guess when we serve it, it is dinner.”V1 had a jolt. One of Uncle Dave’s wives worked for a food packager in Chicago back in the fifties. Th...t was a tumultuous time for labor relations at Studebaker where Dad worked. Seemed like they were always on strike or laid off. We ate a lot of government surplus food and Aunt ... The name escapes me ... Anyway, she was determined to help. It seemed that sometimes cans came off the packaging line without labels. Employees could gather up a case of. I followed the directions and sat there as I tried to figure out whom to leave it to. Then I thought to heck with it, and left it all to the Boy and Girl Scouts of America, along with two hundred thousand dollars remaining in my savings account and anything left in my checking account at the time of my death. The money was to be used to build a camp for them. I printed out the will and signed it. Tomorrow I knew I had to take the papers to my father's lawyer."What you doing, James?" Charlene. Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock. He spasmed, and let out a quiet "Aaaghhhh" as he started cumming. His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.Now it was time for his punishment.In. " Ricci's voice trembled out."Oh." Amy had seen it before. The first time it had happened, she had tried to comfort her, but it was useless. The only thing that could be done was to wait out the storm.Without another word, Ricci walked down the stairs to the basement.A small clearing in one corner contained a table, chair and mirror. On the mirror were pictures of two guys, obviously good friends in a few different places. One picture of them showed them with both fists in the air, showing that.