When Emma looked at Mitch, she saw the six year old in a Lone Ranger mask, shooting a cap gun in front of her house. Mitch figured that at some point ...mma had to feel the need for some cock. She wasn't an old maid yet, far from it, she was only forty-two, and didn't look a day over twenty-five. Mitch knew Emma wasn't seeing anyone, and he hoped that if she was using toys to satisfy her needs, it wouldn't be long before she grew as tired of them as Mitch had grown of his hand. All Mitch had to. I just know... I just know... I don't want to do it anymore."Sensing that Jerry is getting very uneasy, Roger skillfully changes the subject of the conversation and in a few minutes he finds a way to politely leave.Jerry closes the door. He stands there with one hand wrapped around the doorknob and his head resting against the wall. His body starts to shake as the built-up tensions begin to release from depths deep inside of him. After a few minutes, he sits down on the couch, trying to gather. ’ ‘Don’t be silly. I came here to get help and I expect that’s what I’ll get,’ she replied. ‘Where can we work?’ ‘We could go to my lab,’ I answered. ‘Lab? You’ve got a lab?’ ‘Yeah. I don’t let hardly anybody down there, but for you I’ll make an exception.’ ‘Lead on,’ she replied. I went down the basement steps to my lab. I had experiments in various stages running everywhere. On one wall was a large blackboard that covered almost the entire wall. The formulas I had been working on covered it. He laid face up on the dirty bed of the wagon, his arms tied to the front corners and his legs spread wide to the rear. Best of all, he was a naked man. He was bound with ropes to the four corners of the wagon showing everything he had to offer!"Your very own cock slave," Mother presented him. "Now you can have a white nigger buck just like your Mother, and your own cock to enjoy whenever you want." Oh Mother!" I couldn't believe it. "This is great!" It was the best present she ever could have.