This was ascene we'd played out a hundred times in the past, one which neverfailed to fill me with an overwhelming sense of disgrace. I stoodsilently ...o one side with my hands crossed in front of myself, wonderingwhy she took such pleasure in humiliating me day after day.Contrary to all appearances, I knew she didn't hate me. In manyrespects, she'd always been exceptionally kind, showering me withgenuine affection I'd never known from my own parents. At the same time,however, she seemed utterly. The clerk in the first store whistled when he saw our Cromwell Military Academy uniforms. His whistle had already pissed me off, but when he remarked that we looked 'pretty, ' in our uniforms I told Charlie we would try the other store.It had been a long time since I had snapped like that and I was ashamed at myself. "He pissed me off," I explained."The other store has a better casual section anyway," Charlie, always the pacifier, assured me. He was right. A female clerk pointed to one corner. Finally a loud grunt and load shot out, covering my face and chest as I laid there watching it erupt. As he laid there panting, I cleaned him up with my tongue. After milking him dry. He kissed me and told me I was a keeper. Let’s shower he said!! We moved to the bathroom and he asked if I was loose? Yup I checked this morning I laughed. He then bent me over in the shower and started to fuck my ass!! I was amazed at how easy he went in. After a few strokes he grabbed my hips and grunted. Holy. She grabbed the chair, turned me around, and said, “what if I didn’t want it to be a mistake? In fact,” as she starts to crouch down, “what if I told you I’ve wanted to blow you since you moved in. Would that be mistake?” She was now running her hands up my thighs along my grey sweats. I was completely stunned at this point, and couldn’t muster up a response before her hands started rubbing my cock over my sweats. Her hands felt so good, but I knew it was wrong. I just wasn’t sure I could stop.