“Yeah” Mike said in a raised voice “he ruined my hustler magazines because he can’t hold it in long enough, now the pages wont open”“Shut ...p” John hissed at Mike, looking slightly red and embarrassed.“Maria” I heard come from the bathroom, I turned and remembered Rachel was in there.Mike looked at me in a puzzled look so I motioned the shaving of pubes; he knew what I was meaning and grinned at me. I hurried to the bathroom and heard Mike shout to me that our mother was out, I shut the bathroom. He got me on the bed and we knelt there,our cocks hard and pointing at each other.I was still to young to actually ejaculate, my orgasms were still dry.T gave me a little wank.His hand held my hard young cock and stroked me.T's cock was still absolutely rigid,it was so hard ,all it needed was a little flag and I'd salute it.T kept wanking me.I held his cick and scrapped cum off it which I livked of course. T was doing a good job on my cock.My little cock ,so hard but looked so little in his. The way her hips swayed back and forth had me in a trance. "My husband isn't here at the moment, he's at work I believe. Hold on I'll be right back with your money." When she re entered the kitchen Mrs. Fitzgerald was smiling to herself and seemed a bit nervous. She also came back wearing her signature sweater. I guessed she didn't feel comfortable being in only a t shirt around someone who wasn't her husband. "Here you are, and thank you for all of the work you do around here. We truly. My penis and balls were unlocked for work, because men mightwant to play with or hurt them. I was to walk into the front doorunescorted at seven PM, and serve until four AM. I must call a cab to getthere, and to return. I would be dropped about 15 minutes away by footfor a "walk of shame." I would be given no house key but must ring thebell and knock on the front door until admitted. All for completehumiliation. I would again have a rope with a hangman's noose affixed tomy balls, visibly.