When I used to visit my mother ('coming home' she called it although I never actually ever lived there) I would often go down with my new stepfather, ...alter to the local pub and have a drink. He was an inoffensive chap and whilst we had little in common he was pleasant enough company and as a matter of course I was introduced to his circle of friends who he used to meet to gossip over a pint or two. One friend, Ernie, was seemingly always in attendance at the pub when we got there and. Tay's soft hands had a firm grip that made me freeze.“Open!” she yelled. I winced at her sternness as much as her clench. She started to squeeze harder and I yelped. Andrea grabbed me by the hair and pulled me tight. I started to taste and gag on the bitter syrupy semen that seeping from out of her.“That’s good baby, taste what a real man did to me. He wentfucked deeper in me than you’ve ever been.”Tay eased up her grip a bit and started jacking me off.“That’s right honey, you’re doing great”. My owners made sure I didn't know where it was, and I cursed myself for being excited by that. The slave in the cell next to me looked on with curiosity and sympathy, she was dressed as a cheerleader and chained up like I was. I wondered if there were others, how many, and what I'd gotten myself into as my clitty throbbed at my situation. Soon, Daddy returned, and I was loaded onto a wheeled cart in my bondage, and taken blindfolded, always blindfolded, out of my cell, to a washroom where Daddy. I noticed her walking around in her house in a robe the prior evening but unfortunately, she never took the robe off, as she was watching her niece that week. But it did make me think, if I could see into her house, she could surely see into "mine." It was getting dusk out and I finished my friend's lawn before the neighbor finished hers. So I went inside, and got undressed in the bathroom facing her house. I could see her going back and forth finishing up the lawn. It was hard to see out.