OH MY GOD-this big and strong Arab man was going to make me do things for him-things I never imagined doing with a man in my life!He reached over with...his right-hand and lowered the zipper of my overalls-I instinctively put my hand on his to stop him.Before I knew what happened, he clutched my throat with a powerful hand and squeezed until I saw stars dancing before my yes."You belong to me now, little one... I will do with you as I please... if you cooperate, you will learn to enjoy obeying my. I am pretty sure he doesn’t know I could see him. It had been just him and I since I was 8 years old. My mom decided she wanted to be a free spirit, whatever that meant and left us one morning after making pancakes. She went out to the store for some syrup and never came back. My dad, never dated or remarried, which being selfish was fine by me because I didn’t have to share him with anyone.Well, I never wanted to share daddy until I met Kelly. Kelly and I met during rush week. Kelly was about. "Do that again."Phil did and Jill squealed and wiggled back up on his body and clamped his slim hips between her knees. She pushed herself upright on his loins. His young cock felt as if it was rearing up to the bottom of her throat, and she began rising and falling on the staff pleasuring her as she sometimes did on her mother's dildo, bringing the boy's hands up to her breasts where her nipples were hard and erect.This was a new and enjoyable experience for Phil, and he felt as if he could. It wasn’t perfect, but considering the scale at which they were working, it was pretty damned good. At least, that was the general consensus.Danny had taken pictures of every step. It was neat the way the diminutive building slowly rose into shape. Those pictures were going to be the finishing touch for his sales presentation.The workers all headed off to clean everything.The young guy who was dressed like a cowboy came over to where Danny was standing. He held out a hand said, “Hi, I’m Chuck.