He lay down at Adam’s feet and grinned up at him as if to say, ‘Didn’t I do good, huh, Adam?’ Adam owns this particular part of the land they ...ere standing on, and 25 more acres of it. It’s not a farm or anything, the land all around the house is the way it’s been for years. He only landscaped a minimal amount around the large, ranch style home, more for hosting the odd barbeque or a party. He is a computer consultant designing networks for businesses, as well as other work in information. I really do. I, I love you." I'm not gay, Mom!" Ricky shot back."So, why", his mother went to say, "don't you have a girl friend? That's what I don't understand. Can you explain that to me? Please?!"I'm NOT GAY, Mom. Okay?" Ricky said. "Besides, you wouldn't understand if I tried to explain to you why I don't have a girl friend. So, just drop it. Okay? Please."Before his mother could come closer, Ricky slipped through his room door, and closed it behind him. Through the door he heard his mother. The whole complex was interlinked by gardens and pools; it looked like a luxury hotel but armed to the teeth.She stood there in heels and the billowing dress as a waiting fat figure smiled then bowed."Joseph," she said surprised but not understanding why. After all Joe Mobana was the eighteen year old son of the president. Already a healthy 20 stone his portly frame showed that although he wore the military uniform he was no jungle warrior."Miss Goodbody it's so nice to see you again and I must. Recently he has become rather flirty, while having him sat on his chair while I shower him he would try to pull me under the shower and get me in there with him. As I was taught I was to have a flannel over his cock just for privacy of the guy, he was able to clean those bits anyway so he would always do that.This time was different. I was cleaning up his house and as usual I was wearing my scrubs, but bending down made my trousers slip down a little which then revealed my bright turquoise lace.