But I quickly realizedthat I was the uninvited guest. Instead, I just stood there,motionless, at the door, taking in the action unfolding before mystu...ned eyes.I opened the door a little further to see better. Debbie was lyingon her back, her eyes closed, a look of sheer ecstasy on her face.Buck, one of the houseboys, was positioned between her thighs,sliding an enormous dick in and out of her. Kneeling over her facewas the other houseboy, Jack, with an equally large cock; face-fucking Debbie. Then I spoke to my mother about the next week."I know you're scared but I also know when it's over you will never have felt better in your life. Rachel. Dear Rachel. You and Pat have known each other all your lives. You've told people that you were together since you were three and four. Has Pat ever hurt you? Have you hurt him?" I shook my head. "Do you know this Japanese story?"A young man of Matsue was returning home from a wedding party when he saw, just in front of his house, a firefly. He. I closed my eyes as I savoredthe taste of the small amount of precum that I licked out of the littleslit at the end. I then pushed my mouth down a little further down thethick black shaft. I felt strange, humiliated that I was again sucking acock, not only a cock but the cock of my supervisor and yet I wasexcited. I could feel my small prick pushing against the soft satinymaterial of th panties. All I could think of was pleasing my new Masterand his girlfriend and taking more of this cock into. She gave me this sharp look. A shudder rippled through her body. Then she nodded. “Maybe.”“Who do you think about?”Her cheeks went bright scarlet. “Movie stars, usually. Jason Momoa a lot. The Rock.”“How about your son?” I leaned forward. “When he masturbates, is it possible that he’s thinking about you?”She shuddered. “I don’t understand.”“I think you need to understand your daughter is a woman,” I said, moving on. “You’re a woman, so you should understand the sort of desires she has.”“You.