”“Yes, Mr. Davies, I believe I can guess who you are. You’re the writer of the blog, right?”“Yes Ma’am, that’s right.”“Then I thank ...ou for getting back to us so quickly. Is Jakoby available to speak?”“He’s right here. Just a moment please.”I handed him the phone. He looked worried as he took it and said, “Eve, this is Jakoby. What’s happened, dear?”I couldn’t read his face as he listened for a long time, apparently getting the whole story, whatever it was.His end of the conversation went. Tim was surprised, but decided that he must just love his own jizz, and that’s why he did it. He came in his hand and swallowed every last drop. He finished washing up, got out, and toweled off. He caught a glimpse of his newly shaved crotch, and felt pretty, that is, until he saw his hairy legs. He may have to do something about that tonight.He went back to his bedroom, put his panties back on, and got dressed, masturbating again once he felt the panties rub on his dicklet. Finally out of. “Do you want him to fuck you?” he asked me. I nodded, miserably. Carlos poured some olive oil onto a plate and soon I felt him insert a finger in my ass. I relaxed as Master stroked my hair. “It’s okay, pet. The boy is going to finger fuck your asshole, but he will never own it, as I do. I’m just loaning it out to him. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master,” I said as Carlos pressed two fingers into my rectum. He was massaging the opening with his finger and thumb and I began pressing back as much. I heard the door open, and was frightened that my parents were home. But to my surprise, it was Jack. "He must've smelled our pussies' scents from down the hallway, hahaha." We both laughed. Jack jumped on the bed and laid between my legs, lapping at my hot cunt. Shocked, Candy exclaimed, "You're just going to let him do that?!" I shrugged, "I don't mind.. He does a real good job, Cand." She looked confused, her eyes switching back from pussy, to Jack's doggy dick poking out of its sheath. .