”The boys had no choice and Dennis heard quite a bit of giggling and guessed that it was at the boy’s boners that was the source.The Thursday even...ng was the doctor’s visiting time and Ruth’s first examination. She looked a bit nervous at the evening meal in-spite of all the girls saying that they were really looking forward to it.Ruth said that she was nervous, but Dennis saw her lounging on one of the sofas with her knees open and he saw that her pussy was wet, very wet.“You maybe nervous. Household chores at first, personal attention later. I'd dress her, brush her hair, help her bathe. It never seemed strange to me, it never seemed wrong.All the while, that simple phrase. An initiation of capitulation: "How may I serve you, Mistress?"And then, one day, a response that gave me pause."Take off my shoes, my feet are aching. I'd like you to give me a massage." Yes, Mistress," I replied dutifully. I didn't hesitate, not for a single second. Even though some distant relic of my. Next day I came there again and she took me inside. She undid my pants and underwear. She took my underwear and smelt it. Took my cock and started to shake it. She smelled my cock in the middle. She was looking at me and I was looking at her. She moved her pallu aside and allowed me to look at her cleavage. She had nice boobs. The canal between her two boobs made my cock much hard. She took my cock in her mouth and played with the tip with her tongue. I was moaning a little and I was trying to. No problem. He knew what to do. He selected Struggle and stepped back out of the sticky puddle. Now what? He tried attacking and again Suraimo easily sidestepped his heavy swing. Her wet hand rubbed up his crotch.Jackson took a moment to consider his next action.That swing had been truly inept. Jackson was a pasty-faced gamer who spent most of his waking hours on a sofa and even he could swing a sword better than that.Hey wait, what if this was one of those stupid story-building sections? Where.