"I asked if you are enjoying it. How do you like masturbating on a man?" Oh, he's incredible!" Nikki answered. "And you were right about Jonathan. He ...s trained! No matter how much I masturbate on him, I can't get him off."Nikki looked almost as tired and exhausted as Jonathan. She too was sweating, but for different reasons. She was getting quite a workout. Her exercise equipment was the big cock before her."I'm glad you are enjoying your male sex slave," Katherine glanced into his eyes long. "You most certainly can and will wear them, I've checked Jefferson'sSchool uniform codes and whilst you might be the only boy fashion savvyenough to wear this type of trouser they do not break any of the uniformstandards. Now onto the blouses that will replace those dull starchedshirts of yours."There were a multitude of thin lacy camisoles and vests for wearing underhis new school blouses. They were nothing any self-respecting male wouldever wear Daniel thought as he surveyed the lacy nonsense. Which way are you going?Me: “That does not really matter, I would be honoured to drop your to your home and participate in the little help towards my country” and I smiled a bitBut to my surprise she just started looking the other side, and in a few seconds I could feel her weep.I was not sure what the matter was, so I thought it best to park by the side and looked at her side with all the concerns, and said.” I am not sure what the matter is, but I would please request you to calm down and. I took after mom, he took after dad. He had his jet black hair, I had fine blond locks that I wore long, after the fashion of the time. He was ‘big dude’ and I was ‘little hippie’. We argued over politics constantly, but in good fun. It was lung cancer, a side effect of smoking two or more packs of unfiltered Lucky Strikes a day for over forty years. He blamed air pollution. He lay there, rasping, as I went to check on him before going home for the night. I was director of nursing at the rest.