" He followed me into the kitchen andlooked around, "It's a large kitchen for a flat, well fitted out as wellyou obviously enjoy cooking." I do, it's ...he artist in me, it has to have an appetizing aroma, looklike a master's still life and taste like it was prepared in the kitchensof the gods. There's no cooking involved tonight, it was done earlier,just the lobster and potatoes but the salad dishes look colourful and asfor the taste, you will have to be the judge yourself." I poured a. ." I mean", she said, her voice still level, "that you're wearing thoseshoes for the rest of the day. When we've finished with you, you'll gohome - in those shoes. And you'll stay in those shoes until at leasteleven tonight."She smiled thinly. "And in the morning, you'll have until eight o'clockto put them back on. If you don't do that, we'll know. As we'll alsoknow if you try to make your way here in any type of footwear other thanyour new shoes. We will swap them from time to time, but until. ”“Well, you can reassure her that I am.”“Are you wanting a lift with your gear when you go off to this rehearsal?”“Please, Dad,” I answered, “it’s not that heavy, I could carry it, but it’s a bit awkward.”“Well then if you’re a good boy and eat all your breakfast, I’ll take you,” he said.“Dad, I’m not a little kid,” I complained.“Son, let me let you into a secret,” he replied, “if your Mum and I live until you’re a hundred, you’ll most likely still be a little boy in this house.”At least he. Mike climbed up the couch and forced his dick back into my mouth as J.J. eased inside of me. His dick was so big and I could feel him filing my little snatch completely. He started to pump on me and immediately I began to come. I pulled Mike out of my mouth and screamed. “Fuck me hard” I screamed as I reached behind me and pulled him into me harder. About then J.J. pulled out and traded places with Mike. Right away Mike was thrusting his meat into me so hard that I was trying to catch my.